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 7
... the bailit's court in Stratford , our WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , or SHABSPERE , ( for John Shakspeare designated as a glover , Malone the floating orthography of the name is properly exults over the ignorance of poor Rowe , and asattached ...
... the bailit's court in Stratford , our WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , or SHABSPERE , ( for John Shakspeare designated as a glover , Malone the floating orthography of the name is properly exults over the ignorance of poor Rowe , and asattached ...
Strana 36
Poor souls ! they perish'd . Mira . Sir , are not you my father ? Had I been any god of power , I would Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er ? She said - thou wast my daughter ...
Poor souls ! they perish'd . Mira . Sir , are not you my father ? Had I been any god of power , I would Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er ? She said - thou wast my daughter ...
Strana 37
Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -- my library Pro . By Providence divine . Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties Some food we had , and some fresh water , that He thinks me now incapable : confederates A noble Neapolitan ...
Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -- my library Pro . By Providence divine . Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties Some food we had , and some fresh water , that He thinks me now incapable : confederates A noble Neapolitan ...
Strana 43
I remember , For my poor son . You did supplant your brother Prospero . Gon . Ant . True : Heavens keep him from these beasts ! And , look , how well my garments sit upon me ; For he is , sure , i ' the island .
I remember , For my poor son . You did supplant your brother Prospero . Gon . Ant . True : Heavens keep him from these beasts ! And , look , how well my garments sit upon me ; For he is , sure , i ' the island .
Strana 45
Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters Trin 0 Stephano , hast any more of this ? Point to rich ends . This my mean task Ste . The whole butt , man ; my cellar is in a Would be as heavy to me , as odious ; but rock by the sea - side ...
Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters Trin 0 Stephano , hast any more of this ? Point to rich ends . This my mean task Ste . The whole butt , man ; my cellar is in a Would be as heavy to me , as odious ; but rock by the sea - side ...
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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.