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 2
... [ Exeunt . Gon . Good ; yet remember whom thou hast aboard . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the topmast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main - course . A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling they are louder ...
... [ Exeunt . Gon . Good ; yet remember whom thou hast aboard . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the topmast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main - course . A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling they are louder ...
Strana 21
... sure , i ' the island . Alon . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : Lead away . So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Aside . [ Exeunt . Cal . SCENE II . — Another part of the SCENE 1. ] 21 TEMPEST .
... sure , i ' the island . Alon . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : Lead away . So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Aside . [ Exeunt . Cal . SCENE II . — Another part of the SCENE 1. ] 21 TEMPEST .
Strana 30
... Exeunt . Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and others . Gon . By ' r lakin , I can go no further , sir ; My old bones ache ; here's a maze trod , indeed , Through forth - rights and meanders ! by your ...
... Exeunt . Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and others . Gon . By ' r lakin , I can go no further , sir ; My old bones ache ; here's a maze trod , indeed , Through forth - rights and meanders ! by your ...
Strana 33
... Exeunt SEB . and ANT . Gon . All three of them are desperate ; their great guilt , Like poison given to work a great time after , Now ' gins to bite the spirits : -I do beseech you That are of suppler joints , follow them swiftly , And ...
... Exeunt SEB . and ANT . Gon . All three of them are desperate ; their great guilt , Like poison given to work a great time after , Now ' gins to bite the spirits : -I do beseech you That are of suppler joints , follow them swiftly , And ...
Strana 46
... Exeunt CAL . , STE . , and TRIN . Seb . Or stole it , rather . Pro . Sir , I invite your highness , and your train , To my poor cell where you shall take your rest For this one night ; which ( part of it ) I'll waste With such discourse ...
... Exeunt CAL . , STE . , and TRIN . Seb . Or stole it , rather . Pro . Sir , I invite your highness , and your train , To my poor cell where you shall take your rest For this one night ; which ( part of it ) I'll waste With such discourse ...
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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.