The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Svazek 2Jewett, 1857 |
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Strana 17
... look , how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before : My brother's servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for your conscience- Ant . Ay , sir ; where lies that ? if it were a kybe , ' T would put ...
... look , how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before : My brother's servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for your conscience- Ant . Ay , sir ; where lies that ? if it were a kybe , ' T would put ...
Strana 27
... look , my son , in a moved sort , As if you were dismayed : be cheerful , sir : Our revels now are ended : these our ... looks , Leave your crisp channels , and on this green land Answer your summons : Juno does command . Come ...
... look , my son , in a moved sort , As if you were dismayed : be cheerful , sir : Our revels now are ended : these our ... looks , Leave your crisp channels , and on this green land Answer your summons : Juno does command . Come ...
Strana 28
... look you , - Trin . Thou wert but a lost monster . Cal . Good my lord , give me thy favor still : Be patient , for the prize I'll bring thee to drinking : So full of valor , that they smote the air For breathing in their faces ; beat ...
... look you , - Trin . Thou wert but a lost monster . Cal . Good my lord , give me thy favor still : Be patient , for the prize I'll bring thee to drinking : So full of valor , that they smote the air For breathing in their faces ; beat ...
Strana 32
... look , sir , look , sir ; here are more of us ! I prophesied , if a gallows were on land , at play ? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours : Is she the goddess that hath served us , And brought us thus together ? Fer . Sir ...
... look , sir , look , sir ; here are more of us ! I prophesied , if a gallows were on land , at play ? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours : Is she the goddess that hath served us , And brought us thus together ? Fer . Sir ...
Strana 46
... Look , what thou want'st shall be sent after thee : No more of stay ; to - morrow thou must go , Come on , Panthino ; you shall be employed To hasten on his expedition . [ Exeunt ANTONIO and PANTHINO . Pro . Thus have I shunned the fire ...
... Look , what thou want'st shall be sent after thee : No more of stay ; to - morrow thou must go , Come on , Panthino ; you shall be employed To hasten on his expedition . [ Exeunt ANTONIO and PANTHINO . Pro . Thus have I shunned the fire ...
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1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
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Strana 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.