The works of William Shakespeare, the text revised by A. Dyce, Díl 127,Svazek 2 |
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Strana 9
... give out you are of Epidamnum , Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate . This very day a Syracusian merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the statute of the town , Dies ...
... give out you are of Epidamnum , Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate . This very day a Syracusian merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the statute of the town , Dies ...
Strana 16
... give it me ? Ant . S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool , and chat with you , Your sauciness will jet upon my love , And make a common of my serious hours . ( 27 ) When the sun shines let foolish gnats make ...
... give it me ? Ant . S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool , and chat with you , Your sauciness will jet upon my love , And make a common of my serious hours . ( 27 ) When the sun shines let foolish gnats make ...
Strana 17
... give you nothing for something . But say , sir , is it dinner - time ? Dro . S. No , sir : I think the meat wants that I have . Ant . S. In good time , sir ; what's that ? Dro . S. Basting . Ant . S. Well , sir , then ' twill be dry ...
... give you nothing for something . But say , sir , is it dinner - time ? Dro . S. No , sir : I think the meat wants that I have . Ant . S. In good time , sir ; what's that ? Dro . S. Basting . Ant . S. Well , sir , then ' twill be dry ...
Strana 32
... give it to my wife , and fetch your money . Ang . Come , come , you know I gave it you even now . Either send the chain , or send me by some token . ( 64 ) Ant . E. Fie , now you run this humour out of breath . Come , where's the chain ...
... give it to my wife , and fetch your money . Ang . Come , come , you know I gave it you even now . Either send the chain , or send me by some token . ( 64 ) Ant . E. Fie , now you run this humour out of breath . Come , where's the chain ...
Strana 33
... Give her this key , and tell her , in the desk That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry There is a purse of ducats ; let her send it : Tell her I am arrested in the street , And that shall bail me : hie thee , slave , be gone.— On ...
... Give her this key , and tell her , in the desk That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry There is a purse of ducats ; let her send it : Tell her I am arrested in the street , And that shall bail me : hie thee , slave , be gone.— On ...
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Strana 410 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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 236 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipped, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, "Tu-whit, Tu-who!
Strana 236 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 410 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Strana 378 - Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Strana 269 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!
Strana 382 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Strana 278 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.