Works: Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night, or What you will. Winter's tale. King JohnG. Routledge, 1889 |
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Strana 150
... Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison , where I am committed . Pro . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us ...
... Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison , where I am committed . Pro . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us ...
Strana 151
... Claud . Unhappily , even so . And the new deputy now for the duke , — Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness ; Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the governor doth ride , Who , newly in the seat , that it may ...
... Claud . Unhappily , even so . And the new deputy now for the duke , — Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness ; Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the governor doth ride , Who , newly in the seat , that it may ...
Strana 169
... Claud . The miserable have no other medicine , But only hope : I have hope to live , and am prepar'd to die . Duke . Be absolute for death ; either death , or life , Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with Life : If I do lose ...
... Claud . The miserable have no other medicine , But only hope : I have hope to live , and am prepar'd to die . Duke . Be absolute for death ; either death , or life , Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with Life : If I do lose ...
Strana 170
... Claud . To sue to live , I find I seek to die ; I humbly thank you . And seeking death find life : Let it come on . Enter ISABELLA . Isab . What , ho ! Peace here ; grace and good company ! Who's there ? come in : the wish deserves a ...
... Claud . To sue to live , I find I seek to die ; I humbly thank you . And seeking death find life : Let it come on . Enter ISABELLA . Isab . What , ho ! Peace here ; grace and good company ! Who's there ? come in : the wish deserves a ...
Strana 171
... Claud . Isab . None , but such remedy as , to save a head , To cleave a heart in twain . Claud . But is there any ? Isab . Yes , brother , you may live ; There is a devilish mercy in the judge , If you'll implore it , that will free ...
... Claud . Isab . None , but such remedy as , to save a head , To cleave a heart in twain . Claud . But is there any ? Isab . Yes , brother , you may live ; There is a devilish mercy in the judge , If you'll implore it , that will free ...
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Angelo art thou Bast Beat Benedick better Biron blood Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dear death dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab John Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night pardon Pedro Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus Puck Re-enter Rosalind SCENE servant Shylock signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Tranio troth true unto villain What's wife woman word
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Strana 793 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 464 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam. The seasons' difference, — as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body. Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say 'This is no flattery' — these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.