The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, 1. kötetCarpenter and Son, 1814 |
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20. oldal
... FORD . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to show to the contrary . Mrs. Page ...
... FORD . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to show to the contrary . Mrs. Page ...
22. oldal
... FORD , Pistol , Page , and NYM . Ford . Well , I hope , it be not so . Pist . Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs : Sir John affects thy wife . Ford . Why , sir , my wife is not young . Pist . He wooes both high and low , both rich ...
... FORD , Pistol , Page , and NYM . Ford . Well , I hope , it be not so . Pist . Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs : Sir John affects thy wife . Ford . Why , sir , my wife is not young . Pist . He wooes both high and low , both rich ...
23. oldal
... Ford . How now , sweet Frank ? why art thou melancholy ? Ford . I melancholy ! I am not melancholy . - Get you home , go . Mrs. Ford . ' Faith , thou hast some crotchets in thy head now . Will you go , mistress Page ? Mrs. Page . Have ...
... Ford . How now , sweet Frank ? why art thou melancholy ? Ford . I melancholy ! I am not melancholy . - Get you home , go . Mrs. Ford . ' Faith , thou hast some crotchets in thy head now . Will you go , mistress Page ? Mrs. Page . Have ...
29. oldal
... Ford and mistress Page , have I encompass'd you ? go to ; via ! Re - enter BARDOLPH , with FORD disguised . Ford . Bless you , sir . Fal . And you , sir : would you speak with me ? Ford . I make bold , to press with so little ...
... Ford and mistress Page , have I encompass'd you ? go to ; via ! Re - enter BARDOLPH , with FORD disguised . Ford . Bless you , sir . Fal . And you , sir : would you speak with me ? Ford . I make bold , to press with so little ...
30. oldal
... Ford . There is a gentlewoman in this town , her hus- band's name is Ford . Fal . Well , sir . Ford . I have long loved her , and , I protest to you , bestowed much on her ; followed her with a doting ob- servance ; engrossed ...
... Ford . There is a gentlewoman in this town , her hus- band's name is Ford . Fal . Well , sir . Ford . I have long loved her , and , I protest to you , bestowed much on her ; followed her with a doting ob- servance ; engrossed ...
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Ariel Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter death doth Duke edition Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father faults fool Ford friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS husband i'the Illyria Isab knave lady Laun letter look Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Mira mistress Ford never night o'the pardon peace Pist play Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Slen Slender speak Speed Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Valentine What's wife woman word
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38. oldal - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought...
25. oldal - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
31. oldal - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
35. oldal - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art...
26. oldal - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
22. oldal - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
25. oldal - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
3. oldal - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
48. oldal - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
50. oldal - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.