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 241
... Leon . How many gentlemen have you lost in this action ? Mess . But few of any sort , and none of name . Leon . A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers . I find here , that Don Pedro hath bestowed much ...
... Leon . How many gentlemen have you lost in this action ? Mess . But few of any sort , and none of name . Leon . A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers . I find here , that Don Pedro hath bestowed much ...
Strana 242
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. Leon . Did he break out into tears ? Mess . In great measure . Leon . A kind overflow of kindness : There are no faces truer than those that are so washed . How much better is it to weep at joy , than ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. Leon . Did he break out into tears ? Mess . In great measure . Leon . A kind overflow of kindness : There are no faces truer than those that are so washed . How much better is it to weep at joy , than ...
Strana 243
... Leon . Beat . No , not till a hot January . Mess . Don Pedro is approached . Enter Don PEDRO , attended by BALTHAZAR and others , Don JOHN , CLAUDIO , and BENEDICK . D. Pedro . Good signior Leonato , you are come to meet your trouble ...
... Leon . Beat . No , not till a hot January . Mess . Don Pedro is approached . Enter Don PEDRO , attended by BALTHAZAR and others , Don JOHN , CLAUDIO , and BENEDICK . D. Pedro . Good signior Leonato , you are come to meet your trouble ...
Strana 244
... Leon . Please it your grace lead on ? D. Pedro . Your hand , Leonato ; we will go together . [ Exeunt all but BENEDICK and CLAUDIO . Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not : but I ...
... Leon . Please it your grace lead on ? D. Pedro . Your hand , Leonato ; we will go together . [ Exeunt all but BENEDICK and CLAUDIO . Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not : but I ...
Strana 247
... Leon . Hath the fellow any wit that told you this ? Ant . A good sharp fellow ; I will send for him , and question him yourself . Leon . No , no ; we will hold it as a dream , till it appear itself : - but I will acquaint my daughter ...
... Leon . Hath the fellow any wit that told you this ? Ant . A good sharp fellow ; I will send for him , and question him yourself . Leon . No , no ; we will hold it as a dream , till it appear itself : - but I will acquaint my daughter ...
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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.