The Plays of Shakespeare, Svazek 3G. Routledge & Company, 1860 |
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Strana 8
... poor cell , And thy no greater father . And , for thou wast a spirit too delicate To. A prince of power . MIRA . MIRA . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . PRO . I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And ...
... poor cell , And thy no greater father . And , for thou wast a spirit too delicate To. A prince of power . MIRA . MIRA . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . PRO . I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And ...
Strana 9
... poor man ! my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable ; confederates ( So dry he was for sway ) with the king of Naples , To give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet to ...
... poor man ! my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable ; confederates ( So dry he was for sway ) with the king of Naples , To give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet to ...
Strana 22
... poor son . GON . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island . ALON . Lead away . [ Exeunt . ARI . Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : - - So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Exit . SCENE ...
... poor son . GON . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island . ALON . Lead away . [ Exeunt . ARI . Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : - - So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Exit . SCENE ...
Strana 26
... poor credu- lous monster ! -Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . CAL . I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And I will kiss thy foot : I pr'ythee , be my god . TRIN . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
... poor credu- lous monster ! -Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . CAL . I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And I will kiss thy foot : I pr'ythee , be my god . TRIN . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
Strana 29
... Poor worm , thou art infected ! This visitation shows it . MIRA . You look wearily . FER . No , noble mistress ; ' t is fresh morning with me , When you are by at night . I do beseech you , - Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers ...
... Poor worm , thou art infected ! This visitation shows it . MIRA . You look wearily . FER . No , noble mistress ; ' t is fresh morning with me , When you are by at night . I do beseech you , - Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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Strana 359 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we. have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Strana 438 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Strana 541 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Strana 446 - I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their...
Strana 509 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Strana 442 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you Sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,...
Strana 340 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may...
Strana 344 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Strana 20 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Strana 762 - ... remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's...