The Plays of William Shakspeare: Comedy of errors ; Macbeth ; King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV, part 1Longman and Company, 1847 |
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22. oldal
... sweet aspects , I am not Adriana , nor thy wife . The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st vow That never words were musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand ...
... sweet aspects , I am not Adriana , nor thy wife . The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st vow That never words were musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand ...
32. oldal
... sweet breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name is else , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine , ) Less , in your knowledge , and your grace , you show not , Than our earth's wonder ...
... sweet breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name is else , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine , ) Less , in your knowledge , and your grace , you show not , Than our earth's wonder ...
33. oldal
... sweet mermaid , with thy note , To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears ; Sing , siren , for thyself , and I will dote : Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs , And as a bed I'll take thee , and there lie ; And , in that ...
... sweet mermaid , with thy note , To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears ; Sing , siren , for thyself , and I will dote : Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs , And as a bed I'll take thee , and there lie ; And , in that ...
34. oldal
... sweet , for I aim thee : Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life ; Thou hast no husband yet , nor I no wife : Give me thy hand . Luc . O , soft , sir , hold you still ; I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Exit Luc ...
... sweet , for I aim thee : Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life ; Thou hast no husband yet , nor I no wife : Give me thy hand . Luc . O , soft , sir , hold you still ; I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Exit Luc ...
42. oldal
... sweet now , make haste . Luc . How hast thou lost thy breath ? + Mr. Malone , in this play , constantly reads spight , a word not to be found in our dictionaries . JOHNSON . 9 sere , ] That is , dry , withered . 1 Stigmatical in making ...
... sweet now , make haste . Luc . How hast thou lost thy breath ? + Mr. Malone , in this play , constantly reads spight , a word not to be found in our dictionaries . JOHNSON . 9 sere , ] That is , dry , withered . 1 Stigmatical in making ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bishop of CARLISLE blood Boling Bolingbroke breath castle cousin crown death devil doth Dromio Duch duke earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour horse Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John king Richard Lady land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty MALONE means murder never night noble Northumberland peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shame sleep soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle villain wife Witch word York
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232. oldal - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?
93. oldal - Stop up the access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it...
99. oldal - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off: And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast...
132. oldal - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
485. oldal - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
98. oldal - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead, like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe.
140. oldal - Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
133. oldal - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
127. oldal - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
87. oldal - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...