The Stratford Shakspere: Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's taleC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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8. oldal
... mind did lose it . - But , Demetrius , come ; And come , Egeus ; you shall go with me , I have some private schooling for you both . For you , fair Hermia , look you arm yourself To fit your fancies to your father's will ; Or else the ...
... mind did lose it . - But , Demetrius , come ; And come , Egeus ; you shall go with me , I have some private schooling for you both . For you , fair Hermia , look you arm yourself To fit your fancies to your father's will ; Or else the ...
10. oldal
... minds we will unfold : To - morrow night , when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass , Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass , ( A time that lovers ' flights doth still conceal , ) Through Athens ' gates have we ...
... minds we will unfold : To - morrow night , when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass , Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass , ( A time that lovers ' flights doth still conceal , ) Through Athens ' gates have we ...
11. oldal
... mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind . Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste ; Wings , and no eyes , figure unheedy haste : And therefore is love said to be a child , Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd . As ...
... mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind . Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste ; Wings , and no eyes , figure unheedy haste : And therefore is love said to be a child , Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd . As ...
35. oldal
... mind , now you give her o'er . Lys . Demetrius loves her , and he loves not you . DEM . [ awaking . ] O Helen , goddess , nymph , perfect , divine ! To what , my love , shall I compare thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy . O , how ripe in ...
... mind , now you give her o'er . Lys . Demetrius loves her , and he loves not you . DEM . [ awaking . ] O Helen , goddess , nymph , perfect , divine ! To what , my love , shall I compare thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy . O , how ripe in ...
37. oldal
... minds , Had been incorporate . So we grew together , Like to a double cherry , seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition , Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So , with two seeming bodies , but one heart , Two of the first ...
... minds , Had been incorporate . So we grew together , Like to a double cherry , seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition , Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So , with two seeming bodies , but one heart , Two of the first ...
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Antonio Appears BASS Bassanio better Bianca BION BIONDELLO Bohemia brother Camillo comes COUNT daughter dear Demetrius dost doth ducats DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool fortune gentle gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Hortensio Illyria Kate KATH king knave lady LAUN LEON look lord Lucentio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master mistress never night Orlando Padua Petrucio play poor pray prithee PUCK Pyramus queen ring Rosalind Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspere SHEP Shylock signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby speak swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thou art thou hast Titania tongue Tranio unto wife wilt word young youth
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193. oldal - Made to his mistress" eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well...
112. oldal - Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
18. oldal - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music ? Puck.
90. oldal - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
143. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
144. oldal - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
90. oldal - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...