The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, 1. kötet |
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Anne Antipholus ARIEL bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Bora BORACHIO brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio Corr daughter Dogb dost thou doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father folio fool friar gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the Hunter Hero hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Isab knave lady Launce Leon Leonato letter look Lucio madam maid Marry master Brook master constable master doctor Mira mistress Ford never night old copies Pedro Pist Pompey pray prince Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE Shal signior Silvia sir John sir John Falstaff Slen Slender speak Speed strange sweet Sycorax tell thank thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio to-morrow Trin Trinculo Valentine villain What's wife woman word
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31. 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.
28. oldal - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, ^~ Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.
63. 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.
40. 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 ; a Wwwd — twisted round.
74. oldal - The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
74. oldal - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
47. 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...
59. oldal - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
46. oldal - The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.