The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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vii. oldal
... Sir Thomas North's Plutarch , to call his hero Pericles ; as for inftance , in the following ckuplet : " O Chiron , tell me , firft , art thou indeede the man " Which did inftruct Pericles thus ? make anfwer if thou can . " & c . & c ...
... Sir Thomas North's Plutarch , to call his hero Pericles ; as for inftance , in the following ckuplet : " O Chiron , tell me , firft , art thou indeede the man " Which did inftruct Pericles thus ? make anfwer if thou can . " & c . & c ...
28. oldal
... Sir , yond's your place . ' Per . Some other is more fit . 1 Knight . Contend not , fir ; for we are gentlemen , That neither in our hearts , nor outward eyes , Envy the great , nor do the low defpife . Per . You are right courteous ...
... Sir , yond's your place . ' Per . Some other is more fit . 1 Knight . Contend not , fir ; for we are gentlemen , That neither in our hearts , nor outward eyes , Envy the great , nor do the low defpife . Per . You are right courteous ...
34. oldal
... Sir , you are mufick's mafter . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good lord . Sim . Let me ask one thing . What do you think , fir , of My daughter ? Per . As of a moft virtuous princess . Sim . And fhe is fair too , is the not ...
... Sir , you are mufick's mafter . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good lord . Sim . Let me ask one thing . What do you think , fir , of My daughter ? Per . As of a moft virtuous princess . Sim . And fhe is fair too , is the not ...
41. oldal
... Sir , your queen must overboard ; the fea works high , the wind is loud , and will not lie till the fhip be clear'd of the dead . Per . That's your fuperftition . 1 Sail . Pardon us , fir ; with us at fea it ftill hath been obferved ...
... Sir , your queen must overboard ; the fea works high , the wind is loud , and will not lie till the fhip be clear'd of the dead . Per . That's your fuperftition . 1 Sail . Pardon us , fir ; with us at fea it ftill hath been obferved ...
43. oldal
... Sir , Our lodgings , standing bleak upon the sea , Shook , as the earth did quake ; The very principals did seem to rend , And all to topple : pure furprize and fear Made me to quit the house . 2 Gent . That is the cause we trouble you ...
... Sir , Our lodgings , standing bleak upon the sea , Shook , as the earth did quake ; The very principals did seem to rend , And all to topple : pure furprize and fear Made me to quit the house . 2 Gent . That is the cause we trouble you ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
Népszerű szakaszok
93. oldal - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
18. oldal - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
52. oldal - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
97. oldal - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
116. oldal - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
21. oldal - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
114. oldal - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
46. oldal - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
98. oldal - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
66. oldal - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.