Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet |
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24. oldal
But I beseech your grace (without offence; My conscience bids me ask),
wherefore you have 490 Commanded of me those most poisonous compounds,
Which are the movers of a languishing death; But, though slow, deadly Queen. I
wonder ...
But I beseech your grace (without offence; My conscience bids me ask),
wherefore you have 490 Commanded of me those most poisonous compounds,
Which are the movers of a languishing death; But, though slow, deadly Queen. I
wonder ...
78. oldal
379 Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death; then
banishment Is death mis-term'd : calling death—banishment, Thou cut'st my head
off with a golden axe, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. Fri. O deadly ...
379 Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death; then
banishment Is death mis-term'd : calling death—banishment, Thou cut'st my head
off with a golden axe, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. Fri. O deadly ...
108. oldal
Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, 3oo Ties up my tongue, and
will not let me speak. Enter Friar LAw R.E.Nce, and PARIs, with Musicians. Fri.
Come, is the bride ready to go to church 2 Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :-
O ...
Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, 3oo Ties up my tongue, and
will not let me speak. Enter Friar LAw R.E.Nce, and PARIs, with Musicians. Fri.
Come, is the bride ready to go to church 2 Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :-
O ...
109. oldal
Most miserable hour, that time e'er saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage But one
, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And
cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Nurse. O woel O woeful, woeful, ...
Most miserable hour, that time e'er saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage But one
, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And
cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Nurse. O woel O woeful, woeful, ...
121. oldal
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Laying PARIs in the Monument.
How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry which their
keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I 210 Call this a lightning —O,
my ...
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Laying PARIs in the Monument.
How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry which their
keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I 210 Call this a lightning —O,
my ...
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33. oldal - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
115. oldal - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
115. oldal - Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
22. oldal - Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
36. oldal - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
37. oldal - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
34. oldal - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
66. oldal - Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night : For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
37. oldal - I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
80. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet 20. kötet/The Dramatick Writings of Will. Shakspere: With the Notes of All the Various Commentators; Printed Complete from the Best Editions of Sam. Johnson and Geo. Steevens, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Kiadó | Printed for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
| Eredeti forrása | a Michigani Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. máj. 18. |
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