The Works of William Shakespeare, Svazek 2Little, Brown, 1872 |
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Strana 110
... madam ; so you stumble not unheed- fully . Jul . Of all the fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll show my mind According ...
... madam ; so you stumble not unheed- fully . Jul . Of all the fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll show my mind According ...
Strana 111
... madam . Say , from whom ? That the contents will show . Jul . Say , say , who gave it thee ? Luc . Sir Valentine's page ; and sent , I think , from Proteus . He would have given it you , but I , being in the way , Did in your name ...
... madam . Say , from whom ? That the contents will show . Jul . Say , say , who gave it thee ? Luc . Sir Valentine's page ; and sent , I think , from Proteus . He would have given it you , but I , being in the way , Did in your name ...
Strana 112
... Luc . Nothing concerning me . Jul . Then let it lie for those that it concerns . Luc . Madam , it will not lie where it concerns , Unless it have a false interpreter . Jul . Some love of yours hath writ to you 112 ACT 1 . TWO GENTLEMEN.
... Luc . Nothing concerning me . Jul . Then let it lie for those that it concerns . Luc . Madam , it will not lie where it concerns , Unless it have a false interpreter . Jul . Some love of yours hath writ to you 112 ACT 1 . TWO GENTLEMEN.
Strana 113
... madam , to a tune . Give me a note : your ladyship can set . - Jul . - As little by such toys as may be possible : Best sing it to the tune of Light o ' love . ' 6 Luc . It is too heavy for so light a tune . Jul . Heavy ? belike , it ...
... madam , to a tune . Give me a note : your ladyship can set . - Jul . - As little by such toys as may be possible : Best sing it to the tune of Light o ' love . ' 6 Luc . It is too heavy for so light a tune . Jul . Heavy ? belike , it ...
Strana 114
... Madam , Enter LUCETTA . Dinner is ready , and your father stays . Jul . Well , let us go . Luc . What ! shall these papers lie like tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for ...
... Madam , Enter LUCETTA . Dinner is ready , and your father stays . Jul . Well , let us go . Luc . What ! shall these papers lie like tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for ...
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Strana lxii - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Strana 159 - 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 help'd, 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.
Strana 24 - And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile. Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king ; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' th
Strana 25 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Strana 73 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier...
Strana 25 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Strana 61 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 84 - tis, true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands.
Strana 74 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Strana 12 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.