Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet |
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15. oldal
Tell me in sadness, who she is you love Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee
Ben. Groan why, no; But sadly tell me, who, 21 o Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness
make his will:— O word ill urg'd to one that is so ill— In sadness, cousin, I do love
...
Tell me in sadness, who she is you love Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee
Ben. Groan why, no; But sadly tell me, who, 21 o Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness
make his will:— O word ill urg'd to one that is so ill— In sadness, cousin, I do love
...
57. oldal
Nurse. Good heart 1 and, i'faith, I will tell her as much : Lord, lord, she will be a
joyful woman. , Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse thou dost not mark me. - Nurse
. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer.
Nurse. Good heart 1 and, i'faith, I will tell her as much : Lord, lord, she will be a
joyful woman. , Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse thou dost not mark me. - Nurse
. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer.
81. oldal
As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her; as that
name's cursed hand 460 Murder'd her kinsman.—O tell me, friar, tell me, In what
vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack The hateful
...
As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her; as that
name's cursed hand 460 Murder'd her kinsman.—O tell me, friar, tell me, In what
vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack The hateful
...
90. oldal
William Shakespeare. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. ... wed Ere he, that
should be husband, comes to woo. 690 I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam
, I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, It shall be Romeo, whom you know ...
William Shakespeare. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. ... wed Ere he, that
should be husband, comes to woo. 690 I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam
, I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, It shall be Romeo, whom you know ...
12. oldal
Tell me in sadness, -] That is, tell me gravely, tell me in seriousness. Johnson.
219. And, in strong proof, &c.] As this play was written in the reign of Queen
Elizabeth, I cannot help regarding these speeches of Romeo as an oblique
compliment ...
Tell me in sadness, -] That is, tell me gravely, tell me in seriousness. Johnson.
219. And, in strong proof, &c.] As this play was written in the reign of Queen
Elizabeth, I cannot help regarding these speeches of Romeo as an oblique
compliment ...
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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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