The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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23. oldal
... son , Yet not the fon , I will not call him fon Of him I was about to call his father , ) Hath heard your praises , and this night he means To burn the lodging where you ufe to lye , And you within it ; if he fail of that , He will have ...
... son , Yet not the fon , I will not call him fon Of him I was about to call his father , ) Hath heard your praises , and this night he means To burn the lodging where you ufe to lye , And you within it ; if he fail of that , He will have ...
76. oldal
... Son to Vincentio , in love with Bianca . PETRUCHIO , a Gentleman if Verona , a fuitor to Catharina , GREMIO , HORTENSIO , Pretenders to Bianca . TRANIO , Servants to Lucentio . BIONDELLO , GRUMIO , Servant to Petruchio . PEDANT , an old ...
... Son to Vincentio , in love with Bianca . PETRUCHIO , a Gentleman if Verona , a fuitor to Catharina , GREMIO , HORTENSIO , Pretenders to Bianca . TRANIO , Servants to Lucentio . BIONDELLO , GRUMIO , Servant to Petruchio . PEDANT , an old ...
90. oldal
... fith it your pleasure is , And I am tied to be obedient , For fo your father charg'd me at our parting ; Be ferviceable to my son , quoth he , ( Altho ( Altho ' I think ' twas in another fenfe 90 The Taming of the Shrew .
... fith it your pleasure is , And I am tied to be obedient , For fo your father charg'd me at our parting ; Be ferviceable to my son , quoth he , ( Altho ( Altho ' I think ' twas in another fenfe 90 The Taming of the Shrew .
143. oldal
... Son , I'll be your half , Bianca comes . Luc . I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all my self . Re - enter Biondello . How now , what news ? Bion . Sir , my mistress fends you word That fhe is bufie , and cannot come . Pet . How ? fhe's ...
... Son , I'll be your half , Bianca comes . Luc . I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all my self . Re - enter Biondello . How now , what news ? Bion . Sir , my mistress fends you word That fhe is bufie , and cannot come . Pet . How ? fhe's ...
161. oldal
... . Do you love fon ? my Hel . Your pardon , noble mistress . Count . Love you my son ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't 03 All's well that Ends well . 161 . Hel. That I am not. ...
... . Do you love fon ? my Hel . Your pardon , noble mistress . Count . Love you my son ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't 03 All's well that Ends well . 161 . Hel. That I am not. ...
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affure anſwer Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Cath Catharine Clown Count daughter defire doft doth Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father feem felf felves fervant ferve feven fhall fhew fhould fifter fince fing firft fome fool foreft fpeak ftand ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give Gremio hath heart heav'n himſelf honour horfe Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband Illyria Kate King knave Lady Lord Lucentio Madam mafter maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt Narbon Orla Orlando Padua Petruchio pleaſe pr'ythee pray promife reafon Rofalind ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe Signior Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thine thou art Tranio whofe wife worfe youth
Népszerű szakaszok
145. oldal - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
30. oldal - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
201. 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.
53. oldal - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
55. oldal - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
223. oldal - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
29. oldal - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...