The Shakespeare Phrase BookLittle, Brown,, 1881 - 1034 oldal |
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... blood is made dull with the act of sport V. Othello , i . 1 . ii . 1 . iii . 3 . Ant . and Cleo . ii . 2 Though I am bound to every act of duty , I am not bound to that all slaves are free to We shall remain in friendship , our ...
... blood is made dull with the act of sport V. Othello , i . 1 . ii . 1 . iii . 3 . Ant . and Cleo . ii . 2 Though I am bound to every act of duty , I am not bound to that all slaves are free to We shall remain in friendship , our ...
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... blood is made dull with the act of sport Though I am bound to every act of duty , I am not bound to that all slaves are free to . We shall remain in friendship , our conditions So differing in their acts Senseless bauble , Art thou a ...
... blood is made dull with the act of sport Though I am bound to every act of duty , I am not bound to that all slaves are free to . We shall remain in friendship , our conditions So differing in their acts Senseless bauble , Art thou a ...
38. oldal
... blood , She would be as swift in motion as a ball Rom . & Jul.ii.5 . BALLAD . Is there not a ballad , boy , of the King and the Beggar ? The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since I will get Peter Quince to write a ...
... blood , She would be as swift in motion as a ball Rom . & Jul.ii.5 . BALLAD . Is there not a ballad , boy , of the King and the Beggar ? The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since I will get Peter Quince to write a ...
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... blood , Holds hand with any princess of the world O death , made proud with pure and princely beauty ! Leaves behind a stain Upon the beauty of all parts besides Old age , that ill layer up of beauty , can do no more spoil upon my face ...
... blood , Holds hand with any princess of the world O death , made proud with pure and princely beauty ! Leaves behind a stain Upon the beauty of all parts besides Old age , that ill layer up of beauty , can do no more spoil upon my face ...
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... BLOOD . The strongest oats are straw To the fire i ' the blood . Now , as thou art a gentleman of blood , Advise me Stands at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows A man whose blood Is very snow - broth As You Like ...
... BLOOD . The strongest oats are straw To the fire i ' the blood . Now , as thou art a gentleman of blood , Advise me Stands at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows A man whose blood Is very snow - broth As You Like ...
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83. oldal - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me, My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
157. oldal - And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
344. oldal - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
474. oldal - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd 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.
475. oldal - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
330. oldal - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
371. oldal - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
296. oldal - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
304. oldal - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
12. oldal - I have taken note of it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. — How long hast thou been a grave-maker? FIRST CLO. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.