Charles Kemble's Shakspere readings, a selection of the plays as read by him in public, ed. by R.J. Lane, 2. kötet |
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338. oldal
... grace , devise , ordain , impose Some gentle order ; then we shall be bless'd To do your pleasure , and continue friends . Pand . France , thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue , A fasting tiger safer by the tooth , Than keep in ...
... grace , devise , ordain , impose Some gentle order ; then we shall be bless'd To do your pleasure , and continue friends . Pand . France , thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongue , A fasting tiger safer by the tooth , Than keep in ...
340. oldal
... grace shall stay behind , [ To Elinor . So strongly guarded . - Cousin , look not sad : [ To Arthur . Thy grandam loves thee , and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . Arth . O , this will make my mother die with grief ...
... grace shall stay behind , [ To Elinor . So strongly guarded . - Cousin , look not sad : [ To Arthur . Thy grandam loves thee , and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . Arth . O , this will make my mother die with grief ...
359. oldal
... grace shall pardon me , I will not back . Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars , And come you now to tell me , John hath made His peace with Rome ? What is that peace to me ? I , by the honour of my marriage - bed , After ...
... grace shall pardon me , I will not back . Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars , And come you now to tell me , John hath made His peace with Rome ? What is that peace to me ? I , by the honour of my marriage - bed , After ...
387. oldal
... grace , that lies In herbs , plants , stones , and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live , But to the earth some special good doth give . Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence ...
... grace , that lies In herbs , plants , stones , and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live , But to the earth some special good doth give . Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence ...
433. oldal
... grace , pardon me ; Neither my place , nor aught I heard of business , Hath rais'd me from my bed ; nor doth the gèneral Take hold on me ; for my partìcular grief Is of so flood - gate and o'erbearing nature , That it engluts and ...
... grace , pardon me ; Neither my place , nor aught I heard of business , Hath rais'd me from my bed ; nor doth the gèneral Take hold on me ; for my partìcular grief Is of so flood - gate and o'erbearing nature , That it engluts and ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
art thou Bard Bardolph BENVOLIO beseech blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Colevile cousin Cyprus dead death Desdemona devil didst dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear France Friar friends give grace grief hand Harry hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Host Hotspur Hubert Iago Jack Juliet King HENRY King JOHN lady look lord majesty marry Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor Mowb never night noble Northumberland nòt Nurse Othello PANDULPH peace Percy Pist Poins pr'ythee pray Prince HENRY Prince JOHN Prince of Wales Re-enter Roderigo Romeo Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou wilt to-night tongue Tybalt villain Westmoreland wife word Zounds
Népszerű szakaszok
596. oldal - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
506. oldal - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
382. oldal - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
438. oldal - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world : my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind, And to his honours and his valiant parts Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
365. 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.
377. oldal - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
546. oldal - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
582. oldal - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a seacoal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson-week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.
383. oldal - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
461. oldal - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.