The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, with Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, Svazek 1 |
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Strana 35
I pray now , keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boatswain ? Enter Mariners , wet . Boats . Do you not hear him ? Yon mar our laMar. All lost ! to prayers , to prayers ! all lost ! bour ! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm ...
I pray now , keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boatswain ? Enter Mariners , wet . Boats . Do you not hear him ? Yon mar our laMar. All lost ! to prayers , to prayers ! all lost ! bour ! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm ...
Strana 38
Dull thing , I say so ; he , that Caliban , I have left asleep : and for the rest o'the fleet , Whom now I keep in service . Thou best know'st Which I dispers'd , they all have met again ; What torment I did find thee in : thy groans ...
Dull thing , I say so ; he , that Caliban , I have left asleep : and for the rest o'the fleet , Whom now I keep in service . Thou best know'st Which I dispers'd , they all have met again ; What torment I did find thee in : thy groans ...
Strana 43
-Keep in Tunis , Even now , we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls , or rather lions ; did it not wake you ? And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death That now hath seiz'd them ; why they were no It struck mine ear most ...
-Keep in Tunis , Even now , we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls , or rather lions ; did it not wake you ? And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death That now hath seiz'd them ; why they were no It struck mine ear most ...
Strana 44
I will give All wound with adders , who , with cloven tongues , him some relief , if it be but for that : if I can reDo hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! cover him , and keep him tame , and get to Naples with him , he's a present ...
I will give All wound with adders , who , with cloven tongues , him some relief , if it be but for that : if I can reDo hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! cover him , and keep him tame , and get to Naples with him , he's a present ...
Strana 46
Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head ; Mira . I am a fool , if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor To weep at what I am glad of . ? monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig . Pro .
Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head ; Mira . I am a fool , if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor To weep at what I am glad of . ? monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig . Pro .
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Strana 354 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Strana 362 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Strana 354 - Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Strana 52 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Strana 30 - Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame, While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Strana 225 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 10 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Strana 52 - Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Strana 256 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Strana 354 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.