Dramatic scenes and charactersWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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Strana 111
... Corb . What ! mends he ? Mos . No , sir ! he is rather worse . Corb . That's well . Where is he ? Mos . Upon his couch , sir ! newly fallen asleep . Corb . Does he sleep well ? Mos . No wink , sir ! all this night , Nor yesterday ; but ...
... Corb . What ! mends he ? Mos . No , sir ! he is rather worse . Corb . That's well . Where is he ? Mos . Upon his couch , sir ! newly fallen asleep . Corb . Does he sleep well ? Mos . No wink , sir ! all this night , Nor yesterday ; but ...
Strana 112
... Corb . Not I his heir ? Mos . Not your physician , sir . Corb . O , no ! no ! no ! I do not mean it . Mos . No , sir ! nor their fees He can not brook : he says they flay a man , Before they kill him . Corb . Right , I do conceive you ...
... Corb . Not I his heir ? Mos . Not your physician , sir . Corb . O , no ! no ! no ! I do not mean it . Mos . No , sir ! nor their fees He can not brook : he says they flay a man , Before they kill him . Corb . Right , I do conceive you ...
Strana 113
... Corb . O , good ! Mos . His mouth Is ever gaping , and his eyelids hang . Corb . Good ! Mos . A freezing numbness stiffens all his joints , And makes the colour of his flesh like lead . Corb . ' Tis good ! Mos . His pulse beats slow ...
... Corb . O , good ! Mos . His mouth Is ever gaping , and his eyelids hang . Corb . Good ! Mos . A freezing numbness stiffens all his joints , And makes the colour of his flesh like lead . Corb . ' Tis good ! Mos . His pulse beats slow ...
Strana 114
... Corb . To be his heir ? Mos . I do not know , sir ! Corb . True , I know it too . Mos . By your own scale , sir ! Corb . Well , I shall prevent him yet . See , Mosca ! look ; Here I have brought a bag of bright cecchines , Will quite ...
... Corb . To be his heir ? Mos . I do not know , sir ! Corb . True , I know it too . Mos . By your own scale , sir ! Corb . Well , I shall prevent him yet . See , Mosca ! look ; Here I have brought a bag of bright cecchines , Will quite ...
Strana 115
... Corb . Good ! good ! Mos . ' Tis better yet , If you will hear , sir ! Corb . Yes , with all my heart . Mos . Now would I counsel you , make home with speed ; There frame a will ; whereto you shall inscribe My master your sole heir ...
... Corb . Good ! good ! Mos . ' Tis better yet , If you will hear , sir ! Corb . Yes , with all my heart . Mos . Now would I counsel you , make home with speed ; There frame a will ; whereto you shall inscribe My master your sole heir ...
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Strana 77 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanch'd with fear.
Strana 99 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love — Jul. Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say "It lightens.
Strana xix - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Strana 76 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Strana 98 - Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Strana 95 - Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments, nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Strana 82 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Strana 96 - But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon...
Strana 96 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Strana 93 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stirs these daughters...