Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet |
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7. oldal
... For whom he now is banish'd - her own price Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue ; By her election may be truly read , What kind of man he is . 2 Gent . I honour him 60 Even out of your report . But , pray you , tell me ...
... For whom he now is banish'd - her own price Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue ; By her election may be truly read , What kind of man he is . 2 Gent . I honour him 60 Even out of your report . But , pray you , tell me ...
16. oldal
I did not take my leave of him , but had Most pretty things to say : ere I could tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours , Such thoughts , and such ; or I could make. 290 Such lach . 16 AE 1 : CYMBELINE .
I did not take my leave of him , but had Most pretty things to say : ere I could tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours , Such thoughts , and such ; or I could make. 290 Such lach . 16 AE 1 : CYMBELINE .
26. oldal
Do thou work : When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then 54 As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he ...
Do thou work : When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then 54 As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he ...
45. oldal
Good - morrow , sir : You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give , Is telling you that am poor of thanks , And scarce can spare them . Clot . Still , I swear , I love you . Imo .
Good - morrow , sir : You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give , Is telling you that am poor of thanks , And scarce can spare them . Clot . Still , I swear , I love you . Imo .
48. oldal
Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kissed it : I hope , it be not gone , to tell my lord 280 That I kiss aught but him . Pis . ' Twill not be lost . Imo . I hope so : go , and search . [ Exit Pisanio . Clot .
Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kissed it : I hope , it be not gone , to tell my lord 280 That I kiss aught but him . Pis . ' Twill not be lost . Imo . I hope so : go , and search . [ Exit Pisanio . Clot .
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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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