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128. oldal
Then thou lieft : look in thy last work , where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow .
Poet . That's not feign'd , he is so . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of thee , and to pay
thee for thy labour . He , that loves to be flattered , is worthy o'th ' Aatterer .
Then thou lieft : look in thy last work , where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow .
Poet . That's not feign'd , he is so . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of thee , and to pay
thee for thy labour . He , that loves to be flattered , is worthy o'th ' Aatterer .
286. oldal
Doubtful long it stood : As two spent swimmers that do cling together , And choak
their art : the merciless Macdonel ( Worthy to be a Rebel ; for to that The
multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him ) from the western ifles Of
Kernes and ...
Doubtful long it stood : As two spent swimmers that do cling together , And choak
their art : the merciless Macdonel ( Worthy to be a Rebel ; for to that The
multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him ) from the western ifles Of
Kernes and ...
288. oldal
The worthy Thane of Rose . Len . What haste looks through his eyes ? So Thould
he look , that seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the King ! King .
Whence cam'ft thou , worthy Thane ? Rolle . From Fife , great King , Where the ...
The worthy Thane of Rose . Len . What haste looks through his eyes ? So Thould
he look , that seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the King ! King .
Whence cam'ft thou , worthy Thane ? Rolle . From Fife , great King , Where the ...
298. oldal
My worthy Cawdor ! Macb . The Prince of Cumberland ! - that is a step , On which
I must fall down , or else o'er - leap , [ Aside . For in my way it lies . Stars , hide
your fires ; Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand
...
My worthy Cawdor ! Macb . The Prince of Cumberland ! - that is a step , On which
I must fall down , or else o'er - leap , [ Aside . For in my way it lies . Stars , hide
your fires ; Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand
...
328. oldal
My worthy Lord , Your noble friends do lack you . Macb . I do forget . Do not muse
at me , my most worthy friends , I have a strange infirmity , which is nothing To
those that know me . Come , love and health to all ! ( 25 ) Ere buman fatute purg'd
...
My worthy Lord , Your noble friends do lack you . Macb . I do forget . Do not muse
at me , my most worthy friends , I have a strange infirmity , which is nothing To
those that know me . Come , love and health to all ! ( 25 ) Ere buman fatute purg'd
...
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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...
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| Cím | The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 6. kötet The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Szerkesztő | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Kiadó | H. Woodfall, 1767 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. jan. 3. |
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