The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 10. kötet |
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13. oldal
Well , in that hit , you miss : she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow , she hath Dian's
wit ; And , in strong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak childish bow
she lives unharm'd . She will not stay the siege of loving terms , Nor bide the ...
Well , in that hit , you miss : she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow , she hath Dian's
wit ; And , in strong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak childish bow
she lives unharm'd . She will not stay the siege of loving terms , Nor bide the ...
15. oldal
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she , She is the hopeful lady of my
earth : But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her consent is but a
part ; An she agree , within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair
according ...
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she , She is the hopeful lady of my
earth : But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her consent is but a
part ; An she agree , within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair
according ...
101. oldal
Death , that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail , Ties up my tongue , and will
not let me speak . Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS , with Musicians . Fri. Come
, is the bride ready to go to church ? Cap . Ready to go , but never to return : O ...
Death , that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail , Ties up my tongue , and will
not let me speak . Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS , with Musicians . Fri. Come
, is the bride ready to go to church ? Cap . Ready to go , but never to return : O ...
148. oldal
What is't , Ophelia , he hath said to you ? Oph . So please you , something
touching the lord Hamlet . Pol . Marry , well bethought : ' Tis told me , he hath very
oft of late Given private time to you : and you yourself Have of your audience
been ...
What is't , Ophelia , he hath said to you ? Oph . So please you , something
touching the lord Hamlet . Pol . Marry , well bethought : ' Tis told me , he hath very
oft of late Given private time to you : and you yourself Have of your audience
been ...
171. oldal
This ; in obedience , hath my daughter shown me : And more above , hath his
solicitings , As they fell out by time , by means , and place , All given to mine ear .
King . But how hath she Receiv'd his love ? Pol . What do you think of me ? King .
This ; in obedience , hath my daughter shown me : And more above , hath his
solicitings , As they fell out by time , by means , and place , All given to mine ear .
King . But how hath she Receiv'd his love ? Pol . What do you think of me ? King .
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Attendants bear better blood bring CAPULET Cassio comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth earth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall Farewell father fear follow fortune friar give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honest Horatio hour husband I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer Laertes leave light live look lord madam marry matter means mind Moor mother murder nature never night noble Nurse Othello play poor pray Queen Romeo SCENE seen sleep soul speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought to-night true Tybalt villain watch wife young
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192. oldal - Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
192. oldal - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
183. oldal - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
214. oldal - 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.
254. oldal - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
215. oldal - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
25. oldal - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
395. oldal - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
186. oldal - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
343. oldal - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
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| Cím | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 10. kötet The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Kiadó | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2006. dec. 28. |
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