The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, part 1Phillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 oldal |
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11. oldal
... never spok❜st To better purpose . 1 i . e . setting aside the original sin , bating the imposition from the offence ... Never ? Never , but once . SC . II . ] 11 WINTER'S TALE .
... never spok❜st To better purpose . 1 i . e . setting aside the original sin , bating the imposition from the offence ... Never ? Never , but once . SC . II . ] 11 WINTER'S TALE .
12. oldal
William Shakespeare. 1 Her . Never ? Never , but once . Leon . Her . What ? have I twice said well ? When was't before ? I pr'ythee , tell me . Cram us with praise , and make us As fat as tame things ; one good deed , dying tongueless ...
William Shakespeare. 1 Her . Never ? Never , but once . Leon . Her . What ? have I twice said well ? When was't before ? I pr'ythee , tell me . Cram us with praise , and make us As fat as tame things ; one good deed , dying tongueless ...
18. oldal
... never free of . But , ' beseech your grace , Be plainer with me ; let me know my trespass By its own visage . If I then deny it , " Tis none of mine . Leon . Have not you seen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt : you have ; or your eye ...
... never free of . But , ' beseech your grace , Be plainer with me ; let me know my trespass By its own visage . If I then deny it , " Tis none of mine . Leon . Have not you seen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt : you have ; or your eye ...
19. oldal
William Shakespeare. You never spoke what did become you less Than this , which to reiterate , were sin As deep as that , though true . Leon . Is whispering nothing ? Is leaning cheek to cheek ? Is meeting noses ? Kissing with inside lip ...
William Shakespeare. You never spoke what did become you less Than this , which to reiterate , were sin As deep as that , though true . Leon . Is whispering nothing ? Is leaning cheek to cheek ? Is meeting noses ? Kissing with inside lip ...
26. oldal
... never Saw I men scour so on their way . I eyed them Even to their ships . Leon . In my just censure ! 1 How blessed am I in my true opinion ! - 1 i . e . judgment . 1 Alack , for lesser knowledge ! How accursed , 26 [ ACT II WINTER'S TALE .
... never Saw I men scour so on their way . I eyed them Even to their ships . Leon . In my just censure ! 1 How blessed am I in my true opinion ! - 1 i . e . judgment . 1 Alack , for lesser knowledge ! How accursed , 26 [ ACT II WINTER'S TALE .
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty murder never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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206. oldal - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
319. oldal - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
198. oldal - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
65. oldal - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
445. oldal - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
552. oldal - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.