The Works of William Shakespeare: The comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of VeniceChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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12. oldal
... never fret : A man is master of his liberty : Time is their master ; and when they see time , They'll go or come : if so , be patient , sister . ( 20 ) Adr . Why should their liberty than ours be more ? Luc . Because their business ...
... never fret : A man is master of his liberty : Time is their master ; and when they see time , They'll go or come : if so , be patient , sister . ( 20 ) Adr . Why should their liberty than ours be more ? Luc . Because their business ...
18. oldal
... never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I spake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd to thee . ( 34 ) How comes it now , my husband , O ...
... never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I spake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd to thee . ( 34 ) How comes it now , my husband , O ...
19. oldal
... never saw her till this time . Ant . S. Villain , thou liest ; for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart . Dro . S. I never spake with her in all my life . Ant . S. How can she thus , then , call us by our names ...
... never saw her till this time . Ant . S. Villain , thou liest ; for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart . Dro . S. I never spake with her in all my life . Ant . S. How can she thus , then , call us by our names ...
38. oldal
... never so demean himself . A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats , And for the same he promis'd me a chain : Both one and other he denies me now . The reason that I gather he is mad , — Besides this present instance of his rage ...
... never so demean himself . A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats , And for the same he promis'd me a chain : Both one and other he denies me now . The reason that I gather he is mad , — Besides this present instance of his rage ...
42. oldal
... never see it.— Come , gaoler , bring me where the goldsmith is : I long to know the truth hereof at large . Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and DROMIO of Syracuse with their rapiers drawn . ( 87 ) Luc . God , for thy mercy ! they are loose ...
... never see it.— Come , gaoler , bring me where the goldsmith is : I long to know the truth hereof at large . Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and DROMIO of Syracuse with their rapiers drawn . ( 87 ) Luc . God , for thy mercy ! they are loose ...
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236. oldal - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
410. oldal - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
282. oldal - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
400. oldal - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
310. oldal - I had, but man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.