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 |
Vyhledávání v knize
Výsledky 1-5 z 69
Strana 7
... servant , come : I am ready now ; Approach , my Ariel ; come . Enter ARIEL . [ MIRANDA sleeps . Ari . All hail , great master ! grave sir , hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly , To swim , to dive into the fire , to ...
... servant , come : I am ready now ; Approach , my Ariel ; come . Enter ARIEL . [ MIRANDA sleeps . Ari . All hail , great master ! grave sir , hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly , To swim , to dive into the fire , to ...
Strana 9
... servant : And , for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands , Refusing her grand hests , she did confine thee , By help of her more potent ministers , And in her most unmitigable rage , Into a cloven pine ...
... servant : And , for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands , Refusing her grand hests , she did confine thee , By help of her more potent ministers , And in her most unmitigable rage , Into a cloven pine ...
Strana 20
... servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for your conscience- Ant . Ay , sir ; where lies that ? if ' t were a kybe , ' T would put me to my slipper : But I feel not This deity in my bosom ; twenty consciences ...
... servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for your conscience- Ant . Ay , sir ; where lies that ? if ' t were a kybe , ' T would put me to my slipper : But I feel not This deity in my bosom ; twenty consciences ...
Strana 27
... servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mira . My mistress , dearest , My husband then ... Servant monster , drink to me . Trin . Servant - monster ? the folly of this island ! They say there's but five upon ...
... servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mira . My mistress , dearest , My husband then ... Servant monster , drink to me . Trin . Servant - monster ? the folly of this island ! They say there's but five upon ...
Strana 28
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. Ste . Drink , servant - monster , when I bid thee ; thy eyes are almost set in thy head . Trin . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . Ste . My ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. Ste . Drink , servant - monster , when I bid thee ; thy eyes are almost set in thy head . Trin . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . Ste . My ...
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
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
Oblíbené pasáže
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.