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71. oldal
And here's another , whose wrapt looks proclaim What store her heart is made of
. Stop her there ; Arms , arms , sword , fire , - Corruption in the place ! False
justicer , why haft thou let her fcape ? Edg . Bless thy five wits . Kent . O pity !
And here's another , whose wrapt looks proclaim What store her heart is made of
. Stop her there ; Arms , arms , sword , fire , - Corruption in the place ! False
justicer , why haft thou let her fcape ? Edg . Bless thy five wits . Kent . O pity !
132. oldal
My Lord , in heart ; and let the health go round . Lucul , Let it flow this way , my
good Lord . Apem . Flow this way ! -a brave fellow ! he keeps his tides well ; those
healths will make thee and thy ftate look ill , Timon . Here's that which is too weak
...
My Lord , in heart ; and let the health go round . Lucul , Let it flow this way , my
good Lord . Apem . Flow this way ! -a brave fellow ! he keeps his tides well ; those
healths will make thee and thy ftate look ill , Timon . Here's that which is too weak
...
221. oldal
Then , Aaron , arm thy heart , and fit thy thoughts , To mount aloft with thy imperial
mistress , And mount her pitch ; whom thou in triumph long Haft prisoner held ,
fetter'd in amorous chains ; And fafter bound to Aaron's charming eyes , Than is ...
Then , Aaron , arm thy heart , and fit thy thoughts , To mount aloft with thy imperial
mistress , And mount her pitch ; whom thou in triumph long Haft prisoner held ,
fetter'd in amorous chains ; And fafter bound to Aaron's charming eyes , Than is ...
232. oldal
Exeunt . Tam . Farewel , my sons ; see , that you make her fure . Ne'er let my
heart know merry chear indeed , ' Till all the th ' Andronici be made away . Now
will I hence to seek my lovely Moor , And let my spleenful fons this Trull deflour . [
Exit .
Exeunt . Tam . Farewel , my sons ; see , that you make her fure . Ne'er let my
heart know merry chear indeed , ' Till all the th ' Andronici be made away . Now
will I hence to seek my lovely Moor , And let my spleenful fons this Trull deflour . [
Exit .
436. oldal
Pray , be counfelld ; I have a heart as little apt as yours , But yet a brain that leads
my use of anger To better vantage . Men . Well said , noble woman : ( 26 ) Before
he should thus stoop to th ' herd , but that The violent fit o'th ' times craves it as ...
Pray , be counfelld ; I have a heart as little apt as yours , But yet a brain that leads
my use of anger To better vantage . Men . Well said , noble woman : ( 26 ) Before
he should thus stoop to th ' herd , but that The violent fit o'th ' times craves it as ...
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336. oldal - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
101. oldal - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
311. oldal - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
307. oldal - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
116. oldal - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
8. oldal - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
313. 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.
106. oldal - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
304. oldal - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
304. oldal - If we should fail ? Lady M. We fail ! But screw your courage to the stickingplace, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...