The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Svazek 8C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Strana 8
... foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance hear me ! - Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow , ( Which we ...
... foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance hear me ! - Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow , ( Which we ...
Strana 48
... foul weather ? Gent . One minded like the weather , most un- quietly . Kent . I know you ; Where's the king ? Gent . Contending with the fretful element : Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea , Or swell the curled waters ' bove the ...
... foul weather ? Gent . One minded like the weather , most un- quietly . Kent . I know you ; Where's the king ? Gent . Contending with the fretful element : Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea , Or swell the curled waters ' bove the ...
Strana 50
... foul ! Fool . He that has a house to put his head in , has a good head - piece . The cod - piece that will house , Before the head has any , The head and he shall louse ; So beggars marry many . The man that makes his toe What he his ...
... foul ! Fool . He that has a house to put his head in , has a good head - piece . The cod - piece that will house , Before the head has any , The head and he shall louse ; So beggars marry many . The man that makes his toe What he his ...
Strana 54
... foul fiend follows me : - Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.- Humph ! go to thy cold bed , and warm thee . Lear . Hast thou given all to thy two daugh- And art thou come to this ? [ ters ? Edg . Who gives any thing to poor ...
... foul fiend follows me : - Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.- Humph ! go to thy cold bed , and warm thee . Lear . Hast thou given all to thy two daugh- And art thou come to this ? [ ters ? Edg . Who gives any thing to poor ...
Strana 55
... foul fiend : Obey thy parents ; keep thy word justly ; swear not ; commit not with man's sworn spouse ; set not thy sweetheart on proud array : Tom's a - cold . Lear . What hast thou been ? Edg . A serving - man , proud in heart and ...
... foul fiend : Obey thy parents ; keep thy word justly ; swear not ; commit not with man's sworn spouse ; set not thy sweetheart on proud array : Tom's a - cold . Lear . What hast thou been ? Edg . A serving - man , proud in heart and ...
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Alack art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daugh daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fellow fool Fortinbras foul friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL grief Guil Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio Iago Juliet Kent King knave lady Laer Laertes lago Lear look lord madam Mantua marry matter Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia OTHELLO poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE sometimes soul speak Stew sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night trumpet Tybalt villain wife wilt word
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Strana 190 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Strana 81 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful...
Strana 85 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness : So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Strana 121 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Strana 363 - A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at. — O ! O ! Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : But there, where I have garner'd up my heart ; Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence...
Strana 304 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Strana 2 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Strana 125 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime 's by action dignified.
Strana 151 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Strana 247 - A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.