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 20
... 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 . Legged like ...
... 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 . Legged like ...
Strana 35
... fool ; it is but trash . Trin . Oh , ho , monster ! we know what belongs to a frippery . O King Stephano ! 27 Ste . Put off that gown , Trinculo ; by this hand , I'll have that gown . Trin . Thy Grace shall have it . 26. O King Stephano ...
... fool ; it is but trash . Trin . Oh , ho , monster ! we know what belongs to a frippery . O King Stephano ! 27 Ste . Put off that gown , Trinculo ; by this hand , I'll have that gown . Trin . Thy Grace shall have it . 26. O King Stephano ...
Strana 36
... fool ! what do mean To dote thus on such luggage ? Let's along , And do the murder first : if he awake , you From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches , Make us strange stuff . Ste . Be you quiet , monster . - Mistress line ...
... fool ! what do mean To dote thus on such luggage ? Let's along , And do the murder first : if he awake , you From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches , Make us strange stuff . Ste . Be you quiet , monster . - Mistress line ...
Strana 43
... fool ! Pros . Go to ; away ! Alon . Hence , and bestow your luggage where You found it . Seb . Or stole it , rather . This mis - shapen knave- Pros . [ Exeunt Cal . , Ste . , and Trin . Sir , I invite your Highness and your His mother ...
... fool ! Pros . Go to ; away ! Alon . Hence , and bestow your luggage where You found it . Seb . Or stole it , rather . This mis - shapen knave- Pros . [ Exeunt Cal . , Ste . , and Trin . Sir , I invite your Highness and your His mother ...
Strana 48
... fool . Val . So , by your circumstance , I fear you'll prove . Pro . ' Tis love you cavil at : I am not Love . Val . Love is your master , for he masters you : And he that is so yokèd by a fool , Methinks , should not be chronicled for ...
... fool . Val . So , by your circumstance , I fear you'll prove . Pro . ' Tis love you cavil at : I am not Love . Val . Love is your master , for he masters you : And he that is so yokèd by a fool , Methinks , should not be chronicled for ...
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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....