The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic. Wanting pp |
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10. oldal
... hand , do you the like , To fall it on Gonzalo . Seb . O , but one word . [ They converse apart . Music . Re - enter ARIEL , invisible . Ari . My master through his art foresees the danger [ forth , That these , his friends , are in ...
... hand , do you the like , To fall it on Gonzalo . Seb . O , but one word . [ They converse apart . Music . Re - enter ARIEL , invisible . Ari . My master through his art foresees the danger [ forth , That these , his friends , are in ...
13. oldal
... hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in't , And Till half an hour hence . [ now farewell , Fer . A thousand ! thousand ! Exeunt FER . and MIR . Pro . So glad of this as they , I cannot be , Who are surpris'd with all ; but my ...
... hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in't , And Till half an hour hence . [ now farewell , Fer . A thousand ! thousand ! Exeunt FER . and MIR . Pro . So glad of this as they , I cannot be , Who are surpris'd with all ; but my ...
18. oldal
... hand : I do begin to have bloody thoughts . Trin . O king Stephano ! O peer ! O worthy Stephano ! look , what a wardrobe here is for thee ! Cal . Let it alone , thou fool ; it is but trash . Trin . O , ho , monster ; we know what be ...
... hand : I do begin to have bloody thoughts . Trin . O king Stephano ! O peer ! O worthy Stephano ! look , what a wardrobe here is for thee ! Cal . Let it alone , thou fool ; it is but trash . Trin . O , ho , monster ; we know what be ...
43. oldal
... hand curst ! I am sorry , I must never trust thee more , But count the world a stranger for thy sake . The private wound is deepest : O time , most [ worst ! ' Mongst all foes , that a friend should be the Pro . My shame and guilt ...
... hand curst ! I am sorry , I must never trust thee more , But count the world a stranger for thy sake . The private wound is deepest : O time , most [ worst ! ' Mongst all foes , that a friend should be the Pro . My shame and guilt ...
52. oldal
... hand . Host . Tell him , cavalero - justice ; tell him , bully - rook . 3 Shal Sir , there is a fray to be fought , be- tween sir Hugh the Welsh priest , and Cains the French doctor . -Ford . Good mine host o ' the Garter , a word with ...
... hand . Host . Tell him , cavalero - justice ; tell him , bully - rook . 3 Shal Sir , there is a fray to be fought , be- tween sir Hugh the Welsh priest , and Cains the French doctor . -Ford . Good mine host o ' the Garter , a word with ...
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art thou better Biron blood Boling Boyet brother Cassio Claud Claudio comes daughter dear death Desdemona dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Iago Isab John Kath Kent king knave lady Laertes lago Laun Lear Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Othello pardon Pedro Petruchio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Proteus Queen Re-enter SCENE signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio true villain What's wife woman word
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230. oldal - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
vi. oldal - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
217. oldal - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
207. oldal - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
6. oldal - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
207. oldal - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million : laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
1. oldal - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
8. oldal - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
226. oldal - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.