The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Illustrated ; Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Svazek 1Phillips, Sampson, 1850 - Počet stran: 38 |
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... host of censure as to command the field ; and to leave us to wonder at our admiration of an object so little worthy of it , though he has been followed by the admiration of more than two entire centuries . As an unfolder of intricate ...
... host of censure as to command the field ; and to leave us to wonder at our admiration of an object so little worthy of it , though he has been followed by the admiration of more than two entire centuries . As an unfolder of intricate ...
Strana 82
... Host , where Julia lodges in Milan . Outlaws . JULIA , a Lady of Verona , beloved by Proteus . SILVIA , the Duke's Daughter , beloved by Valentine . LUCETTA , Waiting - woman to Julia . Servants , Musicians . SCENE . Sometimes in VERONA ...
... Host , where Julia lodges in Milan . Outlaws . JULIA , a Lady of Verona , beloved by Proteus . SILVIA , the Duke's Daughter , beloved by Valentine . LUCETTA , Waiting - woman to Julia . Servants , Musicians . SCENE . Sometimes in VERONA ...
Strana 132
... Host , at a distance ; and JULIA in boy's clothes . Host . Now , my young guest ! methinks you're allycholly : I pray you , why is it ? Jul . Marry , mine host , because I cannot be merry . Host . Come , we'll have you merry : I'll ...
... Host , at a distance ; and JULIA in boy's clothes . Host . Now , my young guest ! methinks you're allycholly : I pray you , why is it ? Jul . Marry , mine host , because I cannot be merry . Host . Come , we'll have you merry : I'll ...
Strana 133
... Host . Why , my pretty youth ? Jul . He plays false , father . Host . How ? out of tune on the strings ? Jul . Not so ; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart - strings . Host . You have a quick ear . Jul . Ay , I would I were ...
... Host . Why , my pretty youth ? Jul . He plays false , father . Host . How ? out of tune on the strings ? Jul . Not so ; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart - strings . Host . You have a quick ear . Jul . Ay , I would I were ...
Strana 135
... Host , will you go ? Host . By my halidom , I was fast asleep . Jul . Pray you , where lies Sir Proteus ? Host . Marry , at my house : Trust me , I think ' tis almost day . Jul . Not so ; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I ...
... Host , will you go ? Host . By my halidom , I was fast asleep . Jul . Pray you , where lies Sir Proteus ? Host . Marry , at my house : Trust me , I think ' tis almost day . Jul . Not so ; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I ...
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Strana 373 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Strana 51 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Strana 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 67 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance ; they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Strana 67 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Strana 56 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 465 - ... of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Strana 68 - I made shake ; and by the spurs plucked up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers ; oped and let them forth, -• By my so potent art : But this rough magic I here abjure ; and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) ' To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Strana 346 - We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Strana 62 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..