King Lear ; Cymbeline ; Titus AndronicusBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1867 |
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37. oldal
... arm . Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport . - Father ! father ! Stop , stop ! No help ? Enter GLOSTER , and Servants with torches . Glo . Now , Edmund , where's the villain ? Edm . Here stood ...
... arm . Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport . - Father ! father ! Stop , stop ! No help ? Enter GLOSTER , and Servants with torches . Glo . Now , Edmund , where's the villain ? Edm . Here stood ...
38. oldal
... arm ; And when he saw my best alarum'd spirits , Bold in the quarrel's right , roused to the en- counter , Or whether ghasted by the noise I made , Full suddenly he fled . Glo . Let him fly far ; Not in this land shall he remain ...
... arm ; And when he saw my best alarum'd spirits , Bold in the quarrel's right , roused to the en- counter , Or whether ghasted by the noise I made , Full suddenly he fled . Glo . Let him fly far ; Not in this land shall he remain ...
42. oldal
... please ; come , I'll flesh you ; come on , young master . Enter CORNWALL , Regan , GloSTER , and Servants . Glo . Weapons ! arms ! What's the matter here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He 42 ACT II . KING LEAR .
... please ; come , I'll flesh you ; come on , young master . Enter CORNWALL , Regan , GloSTER , and Servants . Glo . Weapons ! arms ! What's the matter here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives ; He 42 ACT II . KING LEAR .
48. oldal
... arms Pins , wooden pricks , nails , sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , sheep - cotes and mills , Sometime with lunatic bans , sometime with prayers , Enforce their charity ...
... arms Pins , wooden pricks , nails , sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , sheep - cotes and mills , Sometime with lunatic bans , sometime with prayers , Enforce their charity ...
76. oldal
... Arms , arms , sword , fire ! -Corruption in the place ! False justicer , why hast thou let her ' scape ? Edg . Bless thy five wits ! Kent . O pity ! -Sir , where is the 76 ACT III . KING LEAR .
... Arms , arms , sword , fire ! -Corruption in the place ! False justicer , why hast thou let her ' scape ? Edg . Bless thy five wits ! Kent . O pity ! -Sir , where is the 76 ACT III . KING LEAR .
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Aaron Andronicus art thou ARVIRAGUS Bassianus BELARIUS blood Britons brother Cæsar CHIRON Cloten Cordelia Corn CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Demet doth duke of Cornwall EDGAR Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Jupiter Kent king lady Lavinia Lear Leonatus letter live look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcus master mistress night noble nuncle Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Regan revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE sister sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue traitor Tribunes villain
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116. oldal - Come, let's away to prison : We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage : When thou dost ask me blessing, 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...
68. 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 mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
166. oldal - Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet arise ; Arise, arise ! Clo.
6. 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.
218. oldal - I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shall not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
129. 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.
220. oldal - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
191. oldal - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
18. 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...
101. oldal - Lear. Ay, every inch a king : When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause ? Adultery ? Thou...