The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
Vyhledávání v knize
Výsledky 1-5 z 100
Strana 5
... Enter ORLANDO and ADAM . Orl . As I remember , Adam , it was upon this fashion , - he bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns ; and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his blessing , to breed me well : ( 1 ) and there ...
... Enter ORLANDO and ADAM . Orl . As I remember , Adam , it was upon this fashion , - he bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns ; and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his blessing , to breed me well : ( 1 ) and there ...
Strana 6
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Enter OLIVER . Oli . Now , sir ! what make you here ? Orl . Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing . Oli . What mar you then , sir ? Orl . Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Enter OLIVER . Oli . Now , sir ! what make you here ? Orl . Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing . Oli . What mar you then , sir ? Orl . Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made ...
Strana 7
... Enter DENIS . Den . Calls your worship ? Oli . Was not Charles the duke's wrestler here to speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and impor- tunes access to you . Oli . Call him in . [ Exit Denis . ] - Twill be a ...
... Enter DENIS . Den . Calls your worship ? Oli . Was not Charles the duke's wrestler here to speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and impor- tunes access to you . Oli . Call him in . [ Exit Denis . ] - Twill be a ...
Strana 11
... Enter LE BEAU . Bon jour , Monsieur Le Beau : what's the news ? Le Beau . Fair princess , you have lost much good sport . Cel . Sport ! of what colour ? ( 16 ) Le Beau . What colour , madam ! how shall I answer you ? Ros . As wit and ...
... Enter LE BEAU . Bon jour , Monsieur Le Beau : what's the news ? Le Beau . Fair princess , you have lost much good sport . Cel . Sport ! of what colour ? ( 16 ) Le Beau . What colour , madam ! how shall I answer you ? Ros . As wit and ...
Strana 12
... Enter DUKE FREDERICK , Lords , ORLANDO , CHARLES , and Attendants . Duke F. Come on : since the youth will not be entreated , his own peril on his forwardness . Ros . Is yonder the man ? Le Beau . Even he , madam . Cel . Alas , he is ...
... Enter DUKE FREDERICK , Lords , ORLANDO , CHARLES , and Attendants . Duke F. Come on : since the youth will not be entreated , his own peril on his forwardness . Ros . Is yonder the man ? Le Beau . Even he , madam . Cel . Alas , he is ...
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
altered Antigonus Baptista Bertram Bianca Bion Biondello Bohemia brother Camillo Capell Collier's Corrector reads Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exam Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool gentleman give Grant White Grumio Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master mean mistress Narbon never Olivia Orlando Padua passage Petruchio play poor pray printed prithee Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio Shakespeare Shep Sicilia Signior Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH speak speech Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing third folio thou art thou hast Tranio W. N. Lettsom Walker Walker's Crit wife Winter's Tale word
Oblíbené pasáže
Strana 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Strana 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...