The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, with copious glossarial notes and biogr. notice [by R. Inglis]. |
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Strana 18
... hope , What great hope have you ? No hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope , that even Ambition 18 ACT II . SHAKESPEARE'S DRAMATIC WORKS .
... hope , What great hope have you ? No hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope , that even Ambition 18 ACT II . SHAKESPEARE'S DRAMATIC WORKS .
Strana 22
... hope now , thou art not drown'd . Is the storm over - blown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano ? two Neapolitans ' scap'd ! S. Pr'ythee , do not turn me ...
... hope now , thou art not drown'd . Is the storm over - blown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano ? two Neapolitans ' scap'd ! S. Pr'ythee , do not turn me ...
Strana 29
... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer , he is drown'd , Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land . Well , let him go . Ant . [ Aside to Sebas . ] I am right glad that he's so out of hope . Do ...
... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer , he is drown'd , Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land . Well , let him go . Ant . [ Aside to Sebas . ] I am right glad that he's so out of hope . Do ...
Strana 32
... hope For quiet days , fair issue , and long life , With such love as ' tis now , the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can , shall never melt My honour . Pro . Fairly spoke . Sit then , and talk with her ; she is thine own.- What ...
... hope For quiet days , fair issue , and long life , With such love as ' tis now , the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can , shall never melt My honour . Pro . Fairly spoke . Sit then , and talk with her ; she is thine own.- What ...
Strana 44
... hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear - beloved solemniz'd ; And thence retire me to my Milan , where Every third thought shall be my grave . Alon . I long To hear the story of your life , which must Take the ear strangely . Pro . I ...
... hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear - beloved solemniz'd ; And thence retire me to my Milan , where Every third thought shall be my grave . Alon . I long To hear the story of your life , which must Take the ear strangely . Pro . I ...
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Strana 993 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Strana 145 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Strana 387 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Strana 280 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Strana 958 - 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...