The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, 2. kötetTauchnitz, 1843 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 54 találatból.
4. oldal
... thank your honour . Lord . Do you intend to stay with me to - night ? 2 Play . So please your lordship to accept our duty . Lord . With all my heart . This fellow I remember , Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son : ' T was where ...
... thank your honour . Lord . Do you intend to stay with me to - night ? 2 Play . So please your lordship to accept our duty . Lord . With all my heart . This fellow I remember , Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son : ' T was where ...
8. oldal
... thank thee ; thou shalt not lose by it . Enter the Page , as a lady , with Attendants . Page . How fares my noble lord ? Sly . Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord : what is thy ...
... thank thee ; thou shalt not lose by it . Enter the Page , as a lady , with Attendants . Page . How fares my noble lord ? Sly . Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord : what is thy ...
18. oldal
... roundly to thee , And wish thee to a shrewd ill - favour'd wife ? Thou ' dst thank me but a little for my counsel ; And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich , And very rich : but thou ' rt too much 18 18 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... roundly to thee , And wish thee to a shrewd ill - favour'd wife ? Thou ' dst thank me but a little for my counsel ; And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich , And very rich : but thou ' rt too much 18 18 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
27. oldal
... thanks , signior Gremio ; welcome , good Cambio . But , gentle Sir , [ To TRANIO , ] methinks , you walk like a stranger : may I be so bold to know the cause of your coming ? Tra . Pardon me , Sir , the boldness is mine own , That ...
... thanks , signior Gremio ; welcome , good Cambio . But , gentle Sir , [ To TRANIO , ] methinks , you walk like a stranger : may I be so bold to know the cause of your coming ? Tra . Pardon me , Sir , the boldness is mine own , That ...
30. oldal
... thanks , As though she bid me stay by her a week : If she deny to wed , I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns , and when be married . But here she comes ; and now , Petruchio , speak . Enter KATHARINA . Good - morrow , Kate ...
... thanks , As though she bid me stay by her a week : If she deny to wed , I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns , and when be married . But here she comes ; and now , Petruchio , speak . Enter KATHARINA . Good - morrow , Kate ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J ... John Payne Collier Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare, Printed from the Text of J ... William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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art thou Aumerle Baptista Bast Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bishop of Carlisle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo Count daughter dear death doth Duke duke of Hereford Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father Faulconbridge fear fool France friends Gaunt Gent gentleman give Gremio grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Illyria John Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua pardon peace Petruchio pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Sirrah soul speak swear sweet tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio wife
Népszerű szakaszok
476. oldal - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
288. oldal - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
190. oldal - 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. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
137. oldal - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
457. oldal - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
289. oldal - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...