The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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Strana 132
... KATH- ARINE , BOYET , Lords , and other Attendants . Boyet . Now , madam , summon up your dearest spirits : Consider who the king your father sends ; To whom he sends ; and what's his embassy : Yourself , held precious in the world's ...
... KATH- ARINE , BOYET , Lords , and other Attendants . Boyet . Now , madam , summon up your dearest spirits : Consider who the king your father sends ; To whom he sends ; and what's his embassy : Yourself , held precious in the world's ...
Strana 133
... Kath . The young Dumain , a well - accomplish'd youth , Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd : Most power to do most harm , least knowing ill ; For he hath wit to make an ill shape good , And shape to win grace though he had no wit ...
... Kath . The young Dumain , a well - accomplish'd youth , Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd : Most power to do most harm , least knowing ill ; For he hath wit to make an ill shape good , And shape to win grace though he had no wit ...
Strana 146
... KATH . Cost . By my troth , most pleasant ! how both did fit it ! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot ; for they both did hit it . Boyet . A mark ! O , mark but that mark ! A mark , says my lady ! Let the mark have a prick in't , to mete ...
... KATH . Cost . By my troth , most pleasant ! how both did fit it ! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot ; for they both did hit it . Boyet . A mark ! O , mark but that mark ! A mark , says my lady ! Let the mark have a prick in't , to mete ...
Strana 163
... Kath . Ay , and a shrewd unhappy gallows too . Ros . You'll ne'er be friends with him ; he kill'd your sister . Kath . He made her melancholy , sad , and heavy ; And so she died : had she been light , like you , Of such a merry , nimble ...
... Kath . Ay , and a shrewd unhappy gallows too . Ros . You'll ne'er be friends with him ; he kill'd your sister . Kath . He made her melancholy , sad , and heavy ; And so she died : had she been light , like you , Of such a merry , nimble ...
Strana 164
... Kath . So do not you ; for you are a light wench . Ros . Indeed , I weigh not you ; and therefore light . Kath . You weigh me not ? —O , that's you care not for me . Ros . Great reason ; for , Past cure is still past care . Prin . Well ...
... Kath . So do not you ; for you are a light wench . Ros . Indeed , I weigh not you ; and therefore light . Kath . You weigh me not ? —O , that's you care not for me . Ros . Great reason ; for , Past cure is still past care . Prin . Well ...
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Strana 267 - 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 but 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.
Strana 245 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strana 278 - Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad 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...
Strana 94 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...