The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
Vyhledávání v knize
Výsledky 6-10 z 70
Strana 36
... nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently , and turn him going . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Forest of Arden . Enter ORLANDO , with a paper , which he hangs on a tree . Orl . Hang there , my verse , in witness ...
... nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently , and turn him going . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Forest of Arden . Enter ORLANDO , with a paper , which he hangs on a tree . Orl . Hang there , my verse , in witness ...
Strana 37
... nature nor art may complain of good breeding , ( 75 ) or comes of a very dull kindred . Touch . Such a one is a natural philosopher . Wast ever in court , shepherd ? · Cor . No , truly . Touch . Then thou art damned . Cor . Nay , I hope ...
... nature nor art may complain of good breeding , ( 75 ) or comes of a very dull kindred . Touch . Such a one is a natural philosopher . Wast ever in court , shepherd ? · Cor . No , truly . Touch . Then thou art damned . Cor . Nay , I hope ...
Strana 39
... every sentence ' end , Will I Rosalinda write ; Teaching all that read to know The quintessence of every sprite Heaven would in little show . Therefore Heaven Nature charg'd That one body should be fill'd SCENE II . ] 39 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... every sentence ' end , Will I Rosalinda write ; Teaching all that read to know The quintessence of every sprite Heaven would in little show . Therefore Heaven Nature charg'd That one body should be fill'd SCENE II . ] 39 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 40
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Therefore Heaven Nature charg'd That one body should be fill'd With all graces wide - enlarg'd : Nature presently distill'd Helen's cheek , but not her ( 82 ) heart ; Cleopatra's majesty ; Atalanta's ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Therefore Heaven Nature charg'd That one body should be fill'd With all graces wide - enlarg'd : Nature presently distill'd Helen's cheek , but not her ( 82 ) heart ; Cleopatra's majesty ; Atalanta's ...
Strana 52
... nature's sale - work : - ' Od's my little life , I think she means to tangle my eyes too ! - No , faith , proud mistress , hope not after it : ' Tis not your inky brows , your black - silk hair , Your bugle eyeballs , nor your cheek of ...
... nature's sale - work : - ' Od's my little life , I think she means to tangle my eyes too ! - No , faith , proud mistress , hope not after it : ' Tis not your inky brows , your black - silk hair , Your bugle eyeballs , nor your cheek of ...
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
altered Antigonus Baptista Bertram Bianca Bion Biondello Bohemia brother Camillo Capell Collier's Corrector reads Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exam Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool gentleman give Grant White Grumio Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master mean mistress Narbon never Olivia Orlando Padua passage Petruchio play poor pray printed prithee Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio Shakespeare Shep Sicilia Signior Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH speak speech Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing third folio thou art thou hast Tranio W. N. Lettsom Walker Walker's Crit wife Winter's Tale word
Oblíbené pasáže
Strana 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Strana 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...