The Dramatic Works of W. ShakespeareJ. Harding, 1849 - Počet stran: 925 |
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Strana 16
... turn or two I'll walk , To still my beating mind . Fer . Mira . We wish you peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a ... turn'd to barnacles , or to apes With foreheads villainous low . Ste . Monster , lay - to your fingers ; help to bear ...
... turn or two I'll walk , To still my beating mind . Fer . Mira . We wish you peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a ... turn'd to barnacles , or to apes With foreheads villainous low . Ste . Monster , lay - to your fingers ; help to bear ...
Strana 31
... turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then let me see thy cloak ; I'll get me one of such another length . I Val . Why , any cloak will serve the turn , my lord . Duke . How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? pray thee , let me feel ...
... turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then let me see thy cloak ; I'll get me one of such another length . I Val . Why , any cloak will serve the turn , my lord . Duke . How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? pray thee , let me feel ...
Strana 46
... turn her A lying sharper . loose to him ; and what he gets more of her than sharp words , let it lie on my head . Ford . I do not misdoubt my wife ; but I would be loth to turn them together : A man may be too confident : I would have ...
... turn her A lying sharper . loose to him ; and what he gets more of her than sharp words , let it lie on my head . Ford . I do not misdoubt my wife ; but I would be loth to turn them together : A man may be too confident : I would have ...
Strana 62
... turn him about , Till candles , and starlight , and moonshine be out . Fal . Seese and putter ! Have I lived to stand at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English ? This is enough to be the decay of late - walking through the ...
... turn him about , Till candles , and starlight , and moonshine be out . Fal . Seese and putter ! Have I lived to stand at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English ? This is enough to be the decay of late - walking through the ...
Strana 92
... turn back . Ang . I will bethink me : -Come again to- morrow . Isab . Hark , how I'll bribe you : Good my lord , turn back . Ang . How , bribe me ? What dost thou or what art thou , Angelo ! Dost thou desire her foully , for those ...
... turn back . Ang . I will bethink me : -Come again to- morrow . Isab . Hark , how I'll bribe you : Good my lord , turn back . Ang . How , bribe me ? What dost thou or what art thou , Angelo ! Dost thou desire her foully , for those ...
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Strana 453 - 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 accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Strana 438 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; 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...
Strana 210 - 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 sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward...
Strana 151 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Strana 168 - Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ; And therefore finding barren practisers, Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil : But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain ; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power ; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Strana 321 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Strana 333 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Strana 453 - This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Strana 357 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 182 - Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...