The Plays of Shakspeare, Svazek 1Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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Strana 17
... blood : be more abstemious , Or else , good night , your vow ! Fer . I warrant you , sir ; The white - cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver . Pro . Well.- Now come , my Ariel ; bring a corollary , Rather than ...
... blood : be more abstemious , Or else , good night , your vow ! Fer . I warrant you , sir ; The white - cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver . Pro . Well.- Now come , my Ariel ; bring a corollary , Rather than ...
Strana 21
... blood , You brother mine , that entertain'd ambition , Expell'd remorse and nature ; who with Sebastian ( Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong , ) Would here have kill'd your king ; I do forgive thee , Unnatural though thou ...
... blood , You brother mine , that entertain'd ambition , Expell'd remorse and nature ; who with Sebastian ( Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong , ) Would here have kill'd your king ; I do forgive thee , Unnatural though thou ...
Strana 32
... blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off . Val ...
... blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off . Val ...
Strana 86
... blood ? Tilley - valley , lady ! There dwelt a man in Babylon , lady , lady ! [ Singing . Clo . Beshrew me , the knight's in admirable fooling . Sir And . Ay , he does well enough , if he be disposed , and so do I too ; he does it with ...
... blood ? Tilley - valley , lady ! There dwelt a man in Babylon , lady , lady ! [ Singing . Clo . Beshrew me , the knight's in admirable fooling . Sir And . Ay , he does well enough , if he be disposed , and so do I too ; he does it with ...
Strana 93
... blood , this cross- gartering : But what of that ? if it please the eye of one , it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one , and please all . Oli . Why , how dost thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? Mal . Not black ...
... blood , this cross- gartering : But what of that ? if it please the eye of one , it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one , and please all . Oli . Why , how dost thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? Mal . Not black ...
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The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson,George Steevens Náhled není k dispozici. - 2016 |
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Strana 255 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Strana 12 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Strana 168 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Strana 88 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Strana 462 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...