The Stratford Shakspere: The tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lostC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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Strana 25
... head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore , that o'er his wave - worn basis bow'd , As stooping to relieve him ; I not doubt , He came alive to land . ALON . No , no ...
... head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore , that o'er his wave - worn basis bow'd , As stooping to relieve him ; I not doubt , He came alive to land . ALON . No , no ...
Strana 28
... head . SEB . What , art thou waking ? ANT . Do you not hear me speak ? SEB . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With ...
... head . SEB . What , art thou waking ? ANT . Do you not hear me speak ? SEB . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With ...
Strana 33
... head : yond ' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls . What have we here ? a man or a fish ? Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish- like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor John . A ...
... head : yond ' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls . What have we here ? a man or a fish ? Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish- like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor John . A ...
Strana 40
... head . TRIN . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . STE . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack : for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover ...
... head . TRIN . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . STE . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack : for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover ...
Strana 41
... head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indignity . CAL . I thank my nobie lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again to the suit I made to thee ? STE . Marry will ...
... head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indignity . CAL . I thank my nobie lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again to the suit I made to thee ? STE . Marry will ...
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Angelo Anne Antipholus Ariel BEAT Beatrice Benedick BIRON BOYET brother CAIUS Caliban CLAUD Claudio Collier corrector Costard daughter DOGB doth Dromio DUKE Enter Ephesus ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father folio fool friar gentle gentleman GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give grace hath hear heart heaven Hero hither honour HOST husband ISAB John KING lady LAUN leiger LEON Leonato letter look lord LUCIO madam maid Marry master Brook master constable master doctor merry MIRA MOTH never night PEDRO Pompey pray prince Prospero Proteus PROV Provost QUICK SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's SHAL signior Silvia Sir John Falstaff SLEN Slender speak SPEED spirit sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast Thurio tongue TRIN Trinculo true Valentine villain wife woman word
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Strana 58 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strana 574 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 295 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Strana 439 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Strana 44 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming. The clouds, methought, would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that when I waked I cried to dream again.
Strana 132 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Strana 33 - 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Strana 514 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Strana 293 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, nor age ; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Strana 544 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world, Else none at all in aught proves excellent.