The Stratford Shakspere: Romeo & Juliet. Timon of Athens. Hamlet. King Lear. Othello. Pericles. Titus AndronicusC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star - cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' strife . The fearful ...
... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star - cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' strife . The fearful ...
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... blood , She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy , slow , heavy and pale as leau . Enter NURSE and PETER . O God , she ...
... blood , She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy , slow , heavy and pale as leau . Enter NURSE and PETER . O God , she ...
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... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark : I am the drudge , and toil in ...
... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark : I am the drudge , and toil in ...
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... days , is the mad blood stirring . MER . Thou art like one of those fellows , that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table , and says , " God send me no ACT III . SC . I. 43 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... days , is the mad blood stirring . MER . Thou art like one of those fellows , that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table , and says , " God send me no ACT III . SC . I. 43 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman ! —Prince , as thou art true , For blood of ours , shed blood of Montague.- O cousin , cousin ! PRIN . Benvolio , who began this fray ? BEN . Tybalt , here slain , whom Romeo's hand did slay ; Romeo ...
... blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman ! —Prince , as thou art true , For blood of ours , shed blood of Montague.- O cousin , cousin ! PRIN . Benvolio , who began this fray ? BEN . Tybalt , here slain , whom Romeo's hand did slay ; Romeo ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
AARON ALCIB Alcibiades Andronicus APEM Apemantus art thou BAWD better blood BOULT Brabantio CAPULET Cassio daughter dead dear death DEMET Desdemona DIONYZA dost thou doth EMIL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear FLAV fool GENT gentleman give Gloster gods Goths grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour IAGO Juliet KENT king knave lady LAER Laertes Lavinia LEAR live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam MARC Marry Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murther ne'er never night noble NURSE Othello Pericles POLONIUS poor pray prince QUEEN Roderigo Rome Romeo SCENE servant Shakspere soul speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast Timon Titus Titus Andronicus to-night Tybalt villain weep wilt word Отн
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198. oldal - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
222. oldal - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
229. oldal - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some" quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
317. oldal - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
500. oldal - I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me ; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume.
385. oldal - Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man, Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For as I am a man I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
200. oldal - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
221. oldal - Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech ; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
350. oldal - Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man...
196. oldal - Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! — Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee, Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me: Let me not burst in ignorance!