Mr. William Shakespeare's comedies, histories, tragedies and poems, the text newly ed. with notes by R.G. White, 7. kiadás,2. kötet |
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31. oldal
... prayers come in , If thou vouchsafe them . But if not , then know The peril of our curses light on thee So heavy as ... pray to thee , Thou virtuous Dolphin , alter not the doom Forethought by heaven ! Blanch . Now shall I see thy love ...
... prayers come in , If thou vouchsafe them . But if not , then know The peril of our curses light on thee So heavy as ... pray to thee , Thou virtuous Dolphin , alter not the doom Forethought by heaven ! Blanch . Now shall I see thy love ...
32. oldal
... pray that thou mayst win ; Uncle , I needs must pray that thou mayst lose ; Father , I may not wish the fortune thine ; Grandam , I will not wish thy wishes thrive : Whoever wins , on that side shall I lose ; Assured loss before the ...
... pray that thou mayst win ; Uncle , I needs must pray that thou mayst lose ; Father , I may not wish the fortune thine ; Grandam , I will not wish thy wishes thrive : Whoever wins , on that side shall I lose ; Assured loss before the ...
33. oldal
... pray , If ever I remember to be holy , For your fair safety ; so , I kiss your hand . Eli . Farewell , gentle cousin . K. John . Coz , farewell . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . 1Ο [ Exit Bastard . K. John . Come ...
... pray , If ever I remember to be holy , For your fair safety ; so , I kiss your hand . Eli . Farewell , gentle cousin . K. John . Coz , farewell . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . 1Ο [ Exit Bastard . K. John . Come ...
61. oldal
... pray you , bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the field , Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives , In peace , and part this body and my soul With contemplation and ...
... pray you , bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the field , Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives , In peace , and part this body and my soul With contemplation and ...
84. oldal
... Pray God we may make haste , and come too late ! All . Amen . 40 50 60 [ Exeunt . SCENE I. ACT II . London . Ely House . JOHN OF GAUNT sick on a couch , with the DUKE OP YORK and others by him . Gaunt . Will the King come , that I may ...
... Pray God we may make haste , and come too late ! All . Amen . 40 50 60 [ Exeunt . SCENE I. ACT II . London . Ely House . JOHN OF GAUNT sick on a couch , with the DUKE OP YORK and others by him . Gaunt . Will the King come , that I may ...
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Alarum arms art thou Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clar Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff farewell father fear France friends gentle give Glou Glou'ster GLOUCESTER grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam majesty ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Poins poor pray Prince Prince of Wales Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE shame Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words York
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36. oldal - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
860. oldal - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With...
895. oldal - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
66. oldal - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
886. oldal - Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
736. oldal - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
342. oldal - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
872. oldal - Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O! none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
675. oldal - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
105. oldal - To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!