The Works of Shakespear: The comedy of errors. The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. King Richard IIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Strana 9
... never fret . A man is master of his liberty : Time is their mafter ; and when they fee time , They'll go or come : if fo , be patient , fifter . Adr . Why should their liberty than ours be more ? by which they perform their Feats , and ...
... never fret . A man is master of his liberty : Time is their mafter ; and when they fee time , They'll go or come : if fo , be patient , fifter . Adr . Why should their liberty than ours be more ? by which they perform their Feats , and ...
Strana 16
... never words were mufic to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well welcome to thy hand , That That never meat fweet - favour'd in thy tafte , 16 The Comedy of ERRORS .
... never words were mufic to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well welcome to thy hand , That That never meat fweet - favour'd in thy tafte , 16 The Comedy of ERRORS .
Strana 17
William Shakespeare. That never meat fweet - favour'd in thy tafte , Unless I fpake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how comes it , That thou art thus eftranged from thyfelf ? Thyself I call it ...
William Shakespeare. That never meat fweet - favour'd in thy tafte , Unless I fpake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how comes it , That thou art thus eftranged from thyfelf ? Thyself I call it ...
Strana 18
... never faw her ' till this time . Ant . Villain , thou lieft ; for even her Didft thou deliver to me on the mart . very words S. Dro . I never spoke with her in all my life . Ant . How can fhe thus then call us by our names , Unless it ...
... never faw her ' till this time . Ant . Villain , thou lieft ; for even her Didft thou deliver to me on the mart . very words S. Dro . I never spoke with her in all my life . Ant . How can fhe thus then call us by our names , Unless it ...
Strana 19
... never be , But I fhould know her , as well as fhe knows me . Adr . Come , come , no longer will I be a fool , To put the finger in the Eye and weep , Whilft man and mafter laugh my woes to fcorn . Come , Sir , to dinner ; Dromio , keep ...
... never be , But I fhould know her , as well as fhe knows me . Adr . Come , come , no longer will I be a fool , To put the finger in the Eye and weep , Whilft man and mafter laugh my woes to fcorn . Come , Sir , to dinner ; Dromio , keep ...
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis Aumerle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cauſe Conft Coufin death doft thou doth Dromio Duke Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes fair falfe father Faul Faulconbridge fear fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firft fome forrow foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrong fuch fwear fweet Gaunt grief H SCENE hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Hubert huſband itſelf James Gurney John kifs King John lady laft Liege lord mafter Majefty Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland peace Phil pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe Queen reaſon reft Rich ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue whofe whoſe wife York yourſelf
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Strana 263 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast?
Strana 210 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Strana 266 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Strana 292 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Strana 119 - This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 317 - 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...
Strana 287 - I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands.