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 74
Strana 1
... keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boson ? Where's the master ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our labour : Keep your cabins : You do assist the storm . Gon . Nay , good , be patient . Boats . When the sea is . Hence ! What ...
... keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boson ? Where's the master ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our labour : Keep your cabins : You do assist the storm . Gon . Nay , good , be patient . Boats . When the sea is . Hence ! What ...
Strana 10
... subjects that you have , Which first was mine own king ; and here you sty me In this hard rock , whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island . [ Exit . Pro . Thou most lying slave , Whom stripes may 10 [ ACT 1 . TEMPEST .
... subjects that you have , Which first was mine own king ; and here you sty me In this hard rock , whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island . [ Exit . Pro . Thou most lying slave , Whom stripes may 10 [ ACT 1 . TEMPEST .
Strana 20
... Keep in Tunis : And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death That now hath seiz'd them ; why , they were no worse Than now they are : There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate As amply and ...
... Keep in Tunis : And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death That now hath seiz'd them ; why , they were no worse Than now they are : There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate As amply and ...
Strana 21
... keep them living . [ Sings in GONZALO'S ear . While you here do snoring lie Open - eyed Conspiracy His time doth take : If of life you keep a care , Shake off slumber , and beware : Awake ! Awake ! Ant . Then let us both be sudden . Gon ...
... keep them living . [ Sings in GONZALO'S ear . While you here do snoring lie Open - eyed Conspiracy His time doth take : If of life you keep a care , Shake off slumber , and beware : Awake ! Awake ! Ant . Then let us both be sudden . Gon ...
Strana 23
... keep him tame , and get to Naples with him , he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's - leather . Cal . Do not torment me , prithee ; I'll bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now ; and does not talk after ...
... keep him tame , and get to Naples with him , he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's - leather . Cal . Do not torment me , prithee ; I'll bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now ; and does not talk after ...
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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.