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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Výsledky 1-5 z 79
Strana 5
... face of royalty , With all prerogative : -Hence his ambition Growing , Dost thou hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd , And him he play'd it for , he needs will be ...
... face of royalty , With all prerogative : -Hence his ambition Growing , Dost thou hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd , And him he play'd it for , he needs will be ...
Strana 19
... face , What thou should'st be : the occasion speaks thee ; and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head . Seb . Ant . Seb . What , art thou waking ? Do you not hear me speak ? I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy ...
... face , What thou should'st be : the occasion speaks thee ; and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head . Seb . Ant . Seb . What , art thou waking ? Do you not hear me speak ? I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy ...
Strana 26
... face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have I seen More that I may call men , than you , good friend , And my dear father : how features are abroad , I am skill - less of ; but , by my modesty , ( The jewel in my dower ...
... face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have I seen More that I may call men , than you , good friend , And my dear father : how features are abroad , I am skill - less of ; but , by my modesty , ( The jewel in my dower ...
Strana 85
... face and thy behaviour ; Which ( if my augury deceive me not ) Witness good bringing up , fortune , and truth : Therefore know thee , for this I entertain thee . Go presently , and take this ring with thee , Deliver it to madam Silvia ...
... face and thy behaviour ; Which ( if my augury deceive me not ) Witness good bringing up , fortune , and truth : Therefore know thee , for this I entertain thee . Go presently , and take this ring with thee , Deliver it to madam Silvia ...
Strana 87
... face , That now she is become as black as I. Sil . How tall was she ? Ful . About my stature : for , at Pentecost , When all our pageants of delight were play'd , Our youth got me to play the woman's part , And I was trimm'd in madam ...
... face , That now she is become as black as I. Sil . How tall was she ? Ful . About my stature : for , at Pentecost , When all our pageants of delight were play'd , Our youth got me to play the woman's part , And I was trimm'd in madam ...
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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.