The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, 5. kötet |
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5. oldal
... gods , Shone down the English ; and to - morrow they Made Britain , India : every man that stood Show'd like a mine . Their dwarfish pages were As cherubins , all gilt : the madams , too , Not us'd to toil , did almost sweat to bear The ...
... gods , Shone down the English ; and to - morrow they Made Britain , India : every man that stood Show'd like a mine . Their dwarfish pages were As cherubins , all gilt : the madams , too , Not us'd to toil , did almost sweat to bear The ...
35. oldal
... God's name . Lov . I do beseech your grace for charity , If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovell , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I forgive all ...
... God's name . Lov . I do beseech your grace for charity , If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovell , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I forgive all ...
36. oldal
... God's peace be with him ! Henry the Seventh succeeding , truly pitying My father's loss , like a most royal prince , Restor❜d me to my honours , and out of ruins Made my name once more noble . Now , his son , Henry the Eighth , life ...
... God's peace be with him ! Henry the Seventh succeeding , truly pitying My father's loss , like a most royal prince , Restor❜d me to my honours , and out of ruins Made my name once more noble . Now , his son , Henry the Eighth , life ...
43. oldal
... God forbid else . Cardinal , Pr'ythee call Gardiner to me , my new secretary : I find him a fit fellow . [ Exit WOLSEY . Re - enter WOLSEY , with GARDINER . Wol . Give me your hand : much joy and favour to you : You are the king's now ...
... God forbid else . Cardinal , Pr'ythee call Gardiner to me , my new secretary : I find him a fit fellow . [ Exit WOLSEY . Re - enter WOLSEY , with GARDINER . Wol . Give me your hand : much joy and favour to you : You are the king's now ...
45. oldal
... God's will ! much better She ne'er had known pomp : though it be temporal , Yet , if that cruel fortune1 do divorce It from the bearer , ' tis a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. She's a stranger now again ? Anne ...
... God's will ! much better She ne'er had known pomp : though it be temporal , Yet , if that cruel fortune1 do divorce It from the bearer , ' tis a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. She's a stranger now again ? Anne ...
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59. oldal - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
81. oldal - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
22. oldal - Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad.
63. oldal - Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
3. oldal - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
23. oldal - Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
22. oldal - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
81. oldal - I am fallen indeed. CROM. How does your grace ? WOL. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
23. oldal - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything...
73. oldal - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path...