Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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17. oldal
... thine ? For thy conceit is soaking , will draw in More than the common blocks . - Not noted , is't , But of the finer natures ? By some severals , Of head - piece extraordinary ? Lower messes , 2 Perchance , are to this business ...
... thine ? For thy conceit is soaking , will draw in More than the common blocks . - Not noted , is't , But of the finer natures ? By some severals , Of head - piece extraordinary ? Lower messes , 2 Perchance , are to this business ...
19. oldal
... thine eyes at once see good and evil , Inclining to them both . Were my wife's liver Infected as her life , she would not live The running of one glass . " Cam . Who does infect her ? Leon . Why , he that wears her like his medal , 3 ...
... thine eyes at once see good and evil , Inclining to them both . Were my wife's liver Infected as her life , she would not live The running of one glass . " Cam . Who does infect her ? Leon . Why , he that wears her like his medal , 3 ...
21. oldal
... thine own . Cam . I'll do't , my lord . Leon . I will seem friendly , as thou hast advised me . Cam . O miserable lady - But , for me , [ Exit . What case stand I in ? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes : and my ground to do't Is ...
... thine own . Cam . I'll do't , my lord . Leon . I will seem friendly , as thou hast advised me . Cam . O miserable lady - But , for me , [ Exit . What case stand I in ? I must be the poisoner Of good Polixenes : and my ground to do't Is ...
39. oldal
... thine . If thou refuse , And wilt encounter with my wrath , say so ; The bastard brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out . Go , take it to the fire ; For thou sett'st on thy wife . Ant . I did not , sir . These lords , my ...
... thine . If thou refuse , And wilt encounter with my wrath , say so ; The bastard brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out . Go , take it to the fire ; For thou sett'st on thy wife . Ant . I did not , sir . These lords , my ...
48. oldal
... thine oracle ! - I'll reconcile me to Polixenes ; New woo my queen ; recall the good Camillo ; Whom I proclaim a man of truth , of mercy ; For , being transported by my jealousies To bloody thoughts and to revenge , I chose Camillo for ...
... thine oracle ! - I'll reconcile me to Polixenes ; New woo my queen ; recall the good Camillo ; Whom I proclaim a man of truth , of mercy ; For , being transported by my jealousies To bloody thoughts and to revenge , I chose Camillo for ...
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty murder never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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189. oldal - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
408. oldal - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
354. oldal - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
198. oldal - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
195. oldal - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
188. oldal - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
194. oldal - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
253. oldal - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
65. 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.
552. oldal - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! 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 : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.