The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, 1. kötetC. Knight, 1851 |
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4. oldal
... wife to Montague . Appears , Act I. sc . 1. Act III . sc . 2 . LADY CAPULET , wife to Capulet . Appears , Act I. sc . 1 ; sc . 3. Act III . sc . 4 ; sc . 5 . Act IV . sc . 2 ; sc . 3 ; sc . 4 ; sc . 5. Act V. sc . 3 . JULIET , daughter ...
... wife to Montague . Appears , Act I. sc . 1. Act III . sc . 2 . LADY CAPULET , wife to Capulet . Appears , Act I. sc . 1 ; sc . 3. Act III . sc . 4 ; sc . 5 . Act IV . sc . 2 ; sc . 3 ; sc . 4 ; sc . 5. Act V. sc . 3 . JULIET , daughter ...
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... wife and daughter ; County Anselme , and his beauteous sisters ; the lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signor Placentio , and his lovely nieces : Mer- cutio , and his brother Valentine ; Mine uncle Capulet , his wife , and daughters ; My fair ...
... wife and daughter ; County Anselme , and his beauteous sisters ; the lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signor Placentio , and his lovely nieces : Mer- cutio , and his brother Valentine ; Mine uncle Capulet , his wife , and daughters ; My fair ...
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... wife : Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark : I ...
... wife : Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark : I ...
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... wife , have mangled it ? — But , wherefore , villain , didst thou kill my cousin ? That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband : Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring ; Your tributary drops belong to woe , Which you ...
... wife , have mangled it ? — But , wherefore , villain , didst thou kill my cousin ? That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband : Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring ; Your tributary drops belong to woe , Which you ...
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... Wife , go you to her ere you go to bed ; Acquaint her here of my son Paris ' love ; And bid her , mark you me , on Wednesday next- But soft ; What day is this ? Monday , my lord . CAP . Monday ? ha ha ! Well , Wednesday is too soon , O ...
... Wife , go you to her ere you go to bed ; Acquaint her here of my son Paris ' love ; And bid her , mark you me , on Wednesday next- But soft ; What day is this ? Monday , my lord . CAP . Monday ? ha ha ! Well , Wednesday is too soon , O ...
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ALCIB Alcibiades APEM Apemantus Appears art thou Banquo blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Castle Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke EMIL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear FLAV folio follow fool fortune GENT gentleman give Gloster Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honest honour IAGO Juliet KENT king knave lady LAER Laertes LEAR live look lord MACB Macbeth MACD Macduff madam means Mercutio Michael Cassio murther nature never night noble NURSE Othello passage play poet POLONIUS poor pray quarto reads QUEEN Roderigo Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE servant Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to-night TRAGEDIES.-VOL Tybalt villain WITCH word Отн
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139. oldal - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
175. 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.
584. oldal - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
562. oldal - t then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
529. oldal - Lear And my poor fool is hang'd. No, no, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never. Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir.
125. oldal - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
565. oldal - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
18. oldal - Drums in his ears; at which he starts, and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night ; And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes.
26. oldal - t is not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
27. oldal - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.