The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, 37. rész,2. kötet |
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3. oldal
... poor a thousand crowns ; and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his bless- ing , to breed me well ; and there begins my sadness . My brother Jaques he keeps at school , and Report speaks goldenly of his profit ; for my part , he ...
... poor a thousand crowns ; and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his bless- ing , to breed me well ; and there begins my sadness . My brother Jaques he keeps at school , and Report speaks goldenly of his profit ; for my part , he ...
4. oldal
... poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught awhile . Orl . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? What prodigal portion have I spent , that I should come to such ...
... poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught awhile . Orl . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? What prodigal portion have I spent , that I should come to such ...
5. oldal
... poor allottery my father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do ? beg , when that is spent ? Well , sir , get you in . I will not long be troubled with you ; you shall have some part of ...
... poor allottery my father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do ? beg , when that is spent ? Well , sir , get you in . I will not long be troubled with you ; you shall have some part of ...
11. oldal
... poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak ...
... poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak ...
14. oldal
... , coz ? Fare you well . [ Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA . Orl . What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her , yet she urg'd conference . Re - enter LE BEAU . O poor Orlando ! 14 ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
... , coz ? Fare you well . [ Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA . Orl . What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her , yet she urg'd conference . Re - enter LE BEAU . O poor Orlando ! 14 ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
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473. 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.
559. oldal - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had...
574. oldal - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the...
573. oldal - 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 mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance ; they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
531. oldal - 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...
530. oldal - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
547. oldal - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man ! and his fins like arms ! Warm o...