The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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75. oldal
... dead body against a tree for him to try his manhood upon . Steevens had this account from an old gentleman , who was only able to report part of the ballad . In Jonson's Bartholomew Fair , Cokes cries out , " God's my life ! He shall be ...
... dead body against a tree for him to try his manhood upon . Steevens had this account from an old gentleman , who was only able to report part of the ballad . In Jonson's Bartholomew Fair , Cokes cries out , " God's my life ! He shall be ...
79. oldal
... dead , I'll grind his bones to make my bread . " 1 Cornwall seems to mean the merit of Edmund ; which , being noticed by Gloster , provoked or instigated Edgar to seek his father's death . SCENE VI . A Chamber in a Farm - House SC . V ...
... dead , I'll grind his bones to make my bread . " 1 Cornwall seems to mean the merit of Edmund ; which , being noticed by Gloster , provoked or instigated Edgar to seek his father's death . SCENE VI . A Chamber in a Farm - House SC . V ...
95. oldal
... dead Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster's eyes ? Mess . A servant that he bred , thrilled with remorse , Opposed against the act , bending his sword To his great master ; who , thereat ...
... dead Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster's eyes ? Mess . A servant that he bred , thrilled with remorse , Opposed against the act , bending his sword To his great master ; who , thereat ...
100. oldal
... dead ; Edmund and I have talked ; And more convenient is he for my hand , Than for your lady's ; -you may gather more . If you do find him , pray you , give him this ; 1 Eillade ( Fr. ) , a cast or significant glance of the eye . 2 That ...
... dead ; Edmund and I have talked ; And more convenient is he for my hand , Than for your lady's ; -you may gather more . If you do find him , pray you , give him this ; 1 Eillade ( Fr. ) , a cast or significant glance of the eye . 2 That ...
103. oldal
... dead ? sir ! friend ! -Hear you , sir ? -Speak ! Thus might he pass indeed.2 - Yet he revives . What are you , sir ? Ho , you Glo . Away , and let me die . Edg . Hadst thou been aught but gossamer , feath- ers , air , So many fathom ...
... dead ? sir ! friend ! -Hear you , sir ? -Speak ! Thus might he pass indeed.2 - Yet he revives . What are you , sir ? Ho , you Glo . Away , and let me die . Edg . Hadst thou been aught but gossamer , feath- ers , air , So many fathom ...
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art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads fool friar Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Hamlet hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife wilt word
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456. oldal - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
331. oldal - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
281. oldal - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
431. oldal - May the winds blow till they have waken'd death, And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas Olympus-high and duck again as low As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
63. oldal - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
349. oldal - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
197. oldal - Romeo; and, when he shall die. Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
133. oldal - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
169. 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...
390. oldal - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain. To tell my story.