The Plays of Shakespeare, Svazek 2G. Routledge & Company, 1860 - Počet stran: 815 |
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Strana 20
... Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and PAROLLES . LAF . They say , miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons , to make modern and familiar , things supernatural and causeless . Hence is it , that we make trifles of terrors ...
... Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and PAROLLES . LAF . They say , miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons , to make modern and familiar , things supernatural and causeless . Hence is it , that we make trifles of terrors ...
Strana 26
... Enter PAROLLES . PAR . ' Bless you , my fortunate lady ! HEL . I hope , sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes . * PAR . You had my prayers to lead them on : and to keep them on , have them still . - O , my knave ...
... Enter PAROLLES . PAR . ' Bless you , my fortunate lady ! HEL . I hope , sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes . * PAR . You had my prayers to lead them on : and to keep them on , have them still . - O , my knave ...
Strana 51
... enter Gentleman , with Widow and DIANA . What woman's that ? DIA . I am , my lord , a wretched Florentine , Derived ... enter , & c . ] In the ancient stage direction , " Enter Widow , Diana , and Parolles . " Am I or that , or this ...
... enter Gentleman , with Widow and DIANA . What woman's that ? DIA . I am , my lord , a wretched Florentine , Derived ... enter , & c . ] In the ancient stage direction , " Enter Widow , Diana , and Parolles . " Am I or that , or this ...
Strana 63
... Enter Prologue . ( t ) First folio , hath . On your imaginary forces work . Suppose , within the girdle of these walls Are now confin'd two mighty monarchies , Whose high - upreared and abutting fronts The perilous , narrow ocean parts ...
... Enter Prologue . ( t ) First folio , hath . On your imaginary forces work . Suppose , within the girdle of these walls Are now confin'd two mighty monarchies , Whose high - upreared and abutting fronts The perilous , narrow ocean parts ...
Strana 72
William Shakespeare Howard Staunton. Enter CHORUS . I i ACT II . ! • Enter CHORUS . ACT III. Now all the youth of England are on fire , And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies ; Now thrive the armourers , and honour's thought Reigns ...
William Shakespeare Howard Staunton. Enter CHORUS . I i ACT II . ! • Enter CHORUS . ACT III. Now all the youth of England are on fire , And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies ; Now thrive the armourers , and honour's thought Reigns ...
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Strana 679 - His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Strana 680 - Love thyself last. Cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 679 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Strana 769 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 145 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well...
Strana 69 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Strana 63 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Strana 494 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Strana 749 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strana 82 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...