The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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10. oldal
... lord of Kent . Remember him hereafter as my honorable friend . Edm . My services to your lordship . Kent . I must ... lords of France and Burgundy , Gloster . Glo . I shall , my liege . [ Exeunt GLOSTER and EDMUNd . Lear . Mean time we ...
... lord of Kent . Remember him hereafter as my honorable friend . Edm . My services to your lordship . Kent . I must ... lords of France and Burgundy , Gloster . Glo . I shall , my liege . [ Exeunt GLOSTER and EDMUNd . Lear . Mean time we ...
12. oldal
... lord . Lear . Nothing ? Cor . Nothing . Lear . Nothing can come of nothing ; speak again . Cor . Unhappy that I am , I cannot heave My heart into my mouth . I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more , nor less . Lear . How ...
... lord . Lear . Nothing ? Cor . Nothing . Lear . Nothing can come of nothing ; speak again . Cor . Unhappy that I am , I cannot heave My heart into my mouth . I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more , nor less . Lear . How ...
13. oldal
... lord , whose hand must take my plight , shall carry Half my love with him , half my care , and duty . Sure , I shall never marry like my sisters , To love my father all . Lear . But goes this with thy heart ? Cor . Ay , good my lord ...
... lord , whose hand must take my plight , shall carry Half my love with him , half my care , and duty . Sure , I shall never marry like my sisters , To love my father all . Lear . But goes this with thy heart ? Cor . Ay , good my lord ...
16. oldal
... lord . Lear . My lord of Burgundy , We first address towards you , who with this king Hath rivalled for our daughter . What , in the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of love ? 1 Bur . Most royal ...
... lord . Lear . My lord of Burgundy , We first address towards you , who with this king Hath rivalled for our daughter . What , in the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of love ? 1 Bur . Most royal ...
21. oldal
... lord . Glo . What paper were you reading ? Edm . Nothing , my lord . Glo . No ? What needed then that terrible despatch of it into your pocket ? The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself . Let's see . Come , if it be ...
... lord . Glo . What paper were you reading ? Edm . Nothing , my lord . Glo . No ? What needed then that terrible despatch of it into your pocket ? The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself . Let's see . Come , if it be ...
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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.