The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, 1. kötet |
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4. oldal
... hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hanged , our case is miserable . [ Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top mast ... Hang 4 Act I. TEMPEST .
... hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hanged , our case is miserable . [ Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top mast ... Hang 4 Act I. TEMPEST .
5. oldal
William Shakespeare George Steevens. Boats . Work you , then . Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art . Gon I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the ship were ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens. Boats . Work you , then . Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art . Gon I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the ship were ...
22. oldal
... hang not on my garments . Mira . I'll be his surety . Pro . Beseech you , father ! Sir , have pity ; Silence : one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! Thou think'st , there ...
... hang not on my garments . Mira . I'll be his surety . Pro . Beseech you , father ! Sir , have pity ; Silence : one word more Shall make me chide thee , if not hate thee . What ! An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! Thou think'st , there ...
35. oldal
... hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where - e'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . The frock of a peasant This is a scurvy tune too : but here's my Scene II . 35 ...
... hang : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where - e'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang . The frock of a peasant This is a scurvy tune too : but here's my Scene II . 35 ...
50. oldal
... hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ... hang and drown Their proper selves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate ; the elements Of whom your ...
... hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ... hang and drown Their proper selves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate ; the elements Of whom your ...
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Ariel Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford never night Olivia pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio to-morrow Trin Valentine What's wife woman word
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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.
353. 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...
71. oldal - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
352. 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.
61. oldal - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune...
364. 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...
16. oldal - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
323. oldal - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
366. oldal - And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
61. oldal - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.