The King's College Magazine, 2. kötetHoulston and Hughes, 1842 |
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321. oldal
... PIRRO . CLAUDIA . ( in entering , to Pirro , who enters from the other side . ) Who galloped then into the court ? PIRRO . Our master , madam . CLAUDIA . My husband ! Is it possible ? PIRRO . He follows close upon me . CLAUDIA . So ...
... PIRRO . CLAUDIA . ( in entering , to Pirro , who enters from the other side . ) Who galloped then into the court ? PIRRO . Our master , madam . CLAUDIA . My husband ! Is it possible ? PIRRO . He follows close upon me . CLAUDIA . So ...
322. oldal
... PIRRO , and soon afterwards ANGELO . PIRRO . That come from curiosity alone . - For the last hour what questioning have I not gone through ! -And who comes there ? ANGELO . ( still half behind the scene , in a short cloak , drawn over ...
... PIRRO , and soon afterwards ANGELO . PIRRO . That come from curiosity alone . - For the last hour what questioning have I not gone through ! -And who comes there ? ANGELO . ( still half behind the scene , in a short cloak , drawn over ...
323. oldal
... PIRRO . Towards noon . ANGELO . With much escort ? PIRRO . In a single carriage - the mother , the daughter , and the Count . A couple of friends come as witnesses from Sabionetta . ANGELO . And servants ? PIRRO . Only two , except ...
... PIRRO . Towards noon . ANGELO . With much escort ? PIRRO . In a single carriage - the mother , the daughter , and the Count . A couple of friends come as witnesses from Sabionetta . ANGELO . And servants ? PIRRO . Only two , except ...
324. oldal
... PIRRO . ODOARDO . She is keeping me too long- CLAUDIA . Another minute , Odoardo ! It would so grieve her to miss ... Pirro ! PIRRO . I am here . ODOARDO . Go , and lead my horse before the house of the Count . I follow , and will mount ...
... PIRRO . ODOARDO . She is keeping me too long- CLAUDIA . Another minute , Odoardo ! It would so grieve her to miss ... Pirro ! PIRRO . I am here . ODOARDO . Go , and lead my horse before the house of the Count . I follow , and will mount ...
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... PIRRO , immediately afterwards MARINELLI , and the preceding . PIRRO . Madam , the Marquis Marinelli stops before the house , and is inquiring for my lord the Count . APPIANI . For me ? PIRRO . He is already here . [ opens the door to ...
... PIRRO , immediately afterwards MARINELLI , and the preceding . PIRRO . Madam , the Marquis Marinelli stops before the house , and is inquiring for my lord the Count . APPIANI . For me ? PIRRO . He is already here . [ opens the door to ...
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194. oldal - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
481. oldal - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
255. oldal - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
303. oldal - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
305. oldal - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
193. oldal - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
232. oldal - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
302. oldal - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
429. oldal - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
301. oldal - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .