Cassell's illustrated Shakespeare. The plays of Shakespeare, ed. and annotated by C. and M.C. Clarke, illustr. by H.C. Selous, Díl 178,Svazek 1 |
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Strana 16
... fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them , of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them ; the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest of the loss.13 Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak ...
... fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them , of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them ; the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest of the loss.13 Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak ...
Strana 22
... fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ? Ste . Prithee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ Aside ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . Cal . Do ...
... fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ? Ste . Prithee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ Aside ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . Cal . Do ...
Strana 29
... fear . were boys , When we Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ...
... fear . were boys , When we Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ...
Strana 43
... fear me , will never out of my bones : I shall not fear fly - blowing . Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ! Ste . Oh , touch me not ; I am not Stephano , but a cramp . 33. One of them is a plain fish ; that is , plainly , or evi- dently ...
... fear me , will never out of my bones : I shall not fear fly - blowing . Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ! Ste . Oh , touch me not ; I am not Stephano , but a cramp . 33. One of them is a plain fish ; that is , plainly , or evi- dently ...
Strana 50
... fear my Julia would not deign my lines , Receiving them from such a worthless post . [ Exit . SCENE II . - Verona . The garden of JULIA's bouse . Enter JULIA and LUCETTA . Jul . But say , Lucetta , now we are alone , Wouldst thou , then ...
... fear my Julia would not deign my lines , Receiving them from such a worthless post . [ Exit . SCENE II . - Verona . The garden of JULIA's bouse . Enter JULIA and LUCETTA . Jul . But say , Lucetta , now we are alone , Wouldst thou , then ...
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Strana 334 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 392 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Strana 234 - 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 320 - A merry note, 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-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 443 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide . For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Strana 148 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder. — Merciful Heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle...
Strana 334 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Strana 44 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell ; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands : Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; • And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....