The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, with copious glossarial notes and biogr. notice [by R. Inglis]. |
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Strana 3
... Art ignorant of what thou art , naught knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know " Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro ...
... Art ignorant of what thou art , naught knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know " Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro ...
Strana 10
... Thou poisonous slave , come forth ! Enter Caliban . Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's ... art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child ...
... Thou poisonous slave , come forth ! Enter Caliban . Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's ... art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child ...
Strana 18
... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language , and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep . What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language , and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep . What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
Strana 22
... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt anon , I know it by thy trembling : now Prosper works upon thee . Ste ... art very Trinculo , indeed ! How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon - calf ? Trin . I took him to be killed with ...
... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt anon , I know it by thy trembling : now Prosper works upon thee . Ste ... art very Trinculo , indeed ! How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon - calf ? Trin . I took him to be killed with ...
Strana 23
... thou escap❜dst . Trin . Swam ashore , man , like a duck . I can swim like a duck , I'll be sworn . Ste . Here , kiss the book . Though thou canst swim like a duck , thou art made like a goose . Trin . O Stephano ! hast any more of this ...
... thou escap❜dst . Trin . Swam ashore , man , like a duck . I can swim like a duck , I'll be sworn . Ste . Here , kiss the book . Though thou canst swim like a duck , thou art made like a goose . Trin . O Stephano ! hast any more of this ...
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art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress musick never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE Servant Shal signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Tranio true unto villain What's wife wilt word
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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...