The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, 37. rész,2. kötet |
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6. oldal
... There's no news at the court , sir , but the old news : that is , the old Duke is banished by his younger brother ... there- fore he gives them good leave to wander . Oli . Can you tell , if Rosalind , the Duke's daughter , be banished ...
... There's no news at the court , sir , but the old news : that is , the old Duke is banished by his younger brother ... there- fore he gives them good leave to wander . Oli . Can you tell , if Rosalind , the Duke's daughter , be banished ...
11. oldal
... There comes an old man , and his three sons- Cel . I could match this beginning with an old tale . Le Beau . Three proper young men , of excellent growth and presence-- Ros . With bills on their necks , —Be it known unto all men by ...
... There comes an old man , and his three sons- Cel . I could match this beginning with an old tale . Le Beau . Three proper young men , of excellent growth and presence-- Ros . With bills on their necks , —Be it known unto all men by ...
12. oldal
... there is such odds in the men . In pity of the challenger's youth , I would fain dissuade him , but he will not be entreated . Speak to him , ladies ; see if you can move him . Cel . Call him hither , good Monsieur Le Beau . Duke F. Do ...
... there is such odds in the men . In pity of the challenger's youth , I would fain dissuade him , but he will not be entreated . Speak to him , ladies ; see if you can move him . Cel . Call him hither , good Monsieur Le Beau . Duke F. Do ...
17. oldal
... there's enough . Ros . So was I , when your Highness took his duke dom ; So was I , when your Highness banish'd him : Treason is not inherited , my lord ; Or , if we did derive it from our friends , What's that to me ? my father was no ...
... there's enough . Ros . So was I , when your Highness took his duke dom ; So was I , when your Highness banish'd him : Treason is not inherited , my lord ; Or , if we did derive it from our friends , What's that to me ? my father was no ...
45. oldal
... there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in the forest ; else sighing every minute , and groaning every hour , would detect the lazy foot of Time , as well as a clock . Orl . And why not the swift foot of Time ...
... there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in the forest ; else sighing every minute , and groaning every hour , would detect the lazy foot of Time , as well as a clock . Orl . And why not the swift foot of Time ...
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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...