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
... prayers , to prayers ! all lost ! Boats . What , must our mouths be cold ? [ Exeunt . Gon . The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Ant . We are merely cheated of ...
... prayers , to prayers ! all lost ! Boats . What , must our mouths be cold ? [ Exeunt . Gon . The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Ant . We are merely cheated of ...
Strana 25
... pray you , Work not so hard ; I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile ! Pray set it down , and rest you : when this burns , ' T will weep for having wearied you : My father Is hard at study ; pray now ...
... pray you , Work not so hard ; I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile ! Pray set it down , and rest you : when this burns , ' T will weep for having wearied you : My father Is hard at study ; pray now ...
Strana 26
... Pray give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature : I had rather crack my sinews , break ... prayers , ) What is your name ? Mira . Miranda : -O my father , I have broke your hest to say so ! Fer . Admir'd ...
... Pray give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature : I had rather crack my sinews , break ... prayers , ) What is your name ? Mira . Miranda : -O my father , I have broke your hest to say so ! Fer . Admir'd ...
Strana 48
... prayers , For I will be thy bead's - man , Valentine . Val . And on a love - book pray for my success ? Pro . Upon some book I love , I'll pray for thee . Va . That's on some shallow story of deep love , How young Leander cross'd the ...
... prayers , For I will be thy bead's - man , Valentine . Val . And on a love - book pray for my success ? Pro . Upon some book I love , I'll pray for thee . Va . That's on some shallow story of deep love , How young Leander cross'd the ...
Strana 52
... pray . Jul . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? To whisper and conspire against my youth ? Now , trust me , ' t is an office of great worth , And you an officer fit for the place . There ...
... pray . Jul . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? To whisper and conspire against my youth ? Now , trust me , ' t is an office of great worth , And you an officer fit for the place . There ...
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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.