The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Svazek 4 |
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Strana 1695
If I did take the Kingdom from your Sons ; To make amends , I'll give it to your
Daughter : If I have killd the Issue of your Wemb , To quicken your encrease I will
beget Mine issue of your blood , upon your Daughter : A Grandam's name is little
...
If I did take the Kingdom from your Sons ; To make amends , I'll give it to your
Daughter : If I have killd the Issue of your Wemb , To quicken your encrease I will
beget Mine issue of your blood , upon your Daughter : A Grandam's name is little
...
Strana 2008
Titus unkind , and careless of thine own , Why suffer'st thou thy Sons unburied yet
, 1 To hover on the dreadful Shoar of Styx ? 7 ,Make way to lay them by their
Brethren . T [ They open the Tomb . There greet in silence , as the dead are wont
...
Titus unkind , and careless of thine own , Why suffer'st thou thy Sons unburied yet
, 1 To hover on the dreadful Shoar of Styx ? 7 ,Make way to lay them by their
Brethren . T [ They open the Tomb . There greet in silence , as the dead are wont
...
Strana 2009
Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my Sword : Titus unkind , and
careless of thine own , Why suffer'st thou thy Sons unburied yet , To hover on the
dreadful Shoar of Styx ' ? Make way to lay them by their Brethren . [ They open
the ...
Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my Sword : Titus unkind , and
careless of thine own , Why suffer'st thou thy Sons unburied yet , To hover on the
dreadful Shoar of Styx ' ? Make way to lay them by their Brethren . [ They open
the ...
Strana 2013
My Lord , you are unjust , ar.d more than fo , In wrongful Quarrel you have slain
your Son . Tit . Nor thou , nor he , are any Sons of mine . My Sons would never so
Dishonor me . Traitor , restore Livinia to the Emperor . Luc . Dead , if you will , but
...
My Lord , you are unjust , ar.d more than fo , In wrongful Quarrel you have slain
your Son . Tit . Nor thou , nor he , are any Sons of mine . My Sons would never so
Dishonor me . Traitor , restore Livinia to the Emperor . Luc . Dead , if you will , but
...
Strana 2014
One fit to bandy with thy lawless Sons , To ruffle in the Common - wealth of Rome
. Tit . These Words are Razors to my wounded Heart , Sat. And therefore , lovely
Tamora , Queen of Gorbs , That like the stately Phæbé ' mongst her Nymphs ...
One fit to bandy with thy lawless Sons , To ruffle in the Common - wealth of Rome
. Tit . These Words are Razors to my wounded Heart , Sat. And therefore , lovely
Tamora , Queen of Gorbs , That like the stately Phæbé ' mongst her Nymphs ...
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Strana 1748 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strana 1541 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Strana 1815 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Strana 1757 - Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Strana 1832 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Strana 1751 - I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Strana 1833 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Strana 1751 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Strana 1848 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.