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 5
... . You are a counsellor ; if you can command these elements to silence , and work the peace of the present , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in.
... . You are a counsellor ; if you can command these elements to silence , and work the peace of the present , we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in.
Strana 12
... thank you for ' t ! sir , And now , I pray you , ( For still ' t is beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? PRO . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath ...
... thank you for ' t ! sir , And now , I pray you , ( For still ' t is beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? PRO . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath ...
Strana 16
... thank thee , master . PRO . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . ARI . I will be correspondent to command , And do my spriting gently . PRO . I ...
... thank thee , master . PRO . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . ARI . I will be correspondent to command , And do my spriting gently . PRO . I ...
Strana 26
... thank yourself for this great loss , That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief on ' t . ALON . Prithee ...
... thank yourself for this great loss , That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief on ' t . ALON . Prithee ...
Strana 28
... Thank you : wondrous heavy . [ ALON . sleeps . Exit ARIEL SEB . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! ANT . It is the quality o ' the climate . SEB . Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep . ANT ...
... Thank you : wondrous heavy . [ ALON . sleeps . Exit ARIEL SEB . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! ANT . It is the quality o ' the climate . SEB . Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep . ANT ...
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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.