The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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11. oldal
... Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post . The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders ...
... Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post . The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders ...
25. oldal
William Shakespeare. Thy pupil long ? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make ... thy compounds on such creatures as We count not worth the hanging ( but none human ) ... art . ' 24 This thought would probably have been more amplified , had our ...
William Shakespeare. Thy pupil long ? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make ... thy compounds on such creatures as We count not worth the hanging ( but none human ) ... art . ' 24 This thought would probably have been more amplified , had our ...
26. oldal
... thou ? Dost thou think , in time She will not quench * ; and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work ; When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is ...
... thou ? Dost thou think , in time She will not quench * ; and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work ; When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is ...
48. oldal
... thou art , besides , thou wert too base To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough , Even to the point of envy , if ' twere made Comparative for your virtues 12 , to be styl❜d . The under - hangman of his kingdom ; and hated For ...
... thou art , besides , thou wert too base To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough , Even to the point of envy , if ' twere made Comparative for your virtues 12 , to be styl❜d . The under - hangman of his kingdom ; and hated For ...
61. oldal
... Thou art welcome , Caius . Thy Cæsar knighted me ; my youth I spent Much under him3 ; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he , to seek of me again , perforce , Behoves me keep at utterance1 ; I am perfect " , That the Pannonians and ...
... Thou art welcome , Caius . Thy Cæsar knighted me ; my youth I spent Much under him3 ; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he , to seek of me again , perforce , Behoves me keep at utterance1 ; I am perfect " , That the Pannonians and ...
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DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAK William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,Samuel Weller 1783-1858 Singer Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Aaron Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth EDGAR Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Iachimo Imogen Kent King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome Romeo and Juliet SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt sorrow speak Steevens sweet Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
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543. oldal - Lear. 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 ! — Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
451. oldal - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
519. oldal - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
543. oldal - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
461. oldal - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
526. 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...
151. oldal - To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
545. oldal - A play in which the wicked prosper, and the virtuous miscarry, may doubtless be good, because it is a just representation of the common events of human life : but since all reasonable beings naturally love justice, I cannot easily be persuaded, that the observation of justice makes a play worse; or that, if other excellencies are equal, the audience will not always rise better pleased from the final triumph of persecuted virtue.
399. oldal - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
545. oldal - Shakespeare has suffered the virtue of Cordelia to perish in a just cause, contrary to the natural ideas of justice, to the hope of the reader, and, what is yet more strange, to the faith of chronicles.