The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, 6. kötetJ. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintot, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. and B. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod, 1745 |
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9. oldal
... thou answer'st , she is fain ; Pour'ft in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gate ... art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? Pan . Because she is kin to me , therefore fhe's not fo fair as Helen ; an ...
... thou answer'st , she is fain ; Pour'ft in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gate ... art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? Pan . Because she is kin to me , therefore fhe's not fo fair as Helen ; an ...
32. oldal
... Thou grumbleft and raileft every hour on Achilles , and thou art as full of envy at his greatnefs , as Cerberus is at Proferpina's beauty : I , that thou bark'it at him . Ajax . Miftrefs Therfites ! Ther . Thou shouldst strike him ...
... Thou grumbleft and raileft every hour on Achilles , and thou art as full of envy at his greatnefs , as Cerberus is at Proferpina's beauty : I , that thou bark'it at him . Ajax . Miftrefs Therfites ! Ther . Thou shouldst strike him ...
41. oldal
... thou great thunder - darter of Olympus , forget that thou art Jove the King of Gods ; and , Mercury , lofe all the ferpentine craft of thy Caduceus , if thou take not that little , little , lefs than little wit from them that they have ...
... thou great thunder - darter of Olympus , forget that thou art Jove the King of Gods ; and , Mercury , lofe all the ferpentine craft of thy Caduceus , if thou take not that little , little , lefs than little wit from them that they have ...
42. oldal
... thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction ' till thy death ! then if the that lays thee out fays thou art a fair coarfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't fhe never fhrowded any but Lazars ; Amen ! Where's Achilles ? Pat . What , art thou devout ...
... thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction ' till thy death ! then if the that lays thee out fays thou art a fair coarfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't fhe never fhrowded any but Lazars ; Amen ! Where's Achilles ? Pat . What , art thou devout ...
43. oldal
... thy creator ; it fuffices me thou art . SCENE VI . Enter Agamemnon , Ulyffes , Neftor , Diomedes , Ajax , and Calchas . Look you , who comes here ? Achil . Patroclus , I'll fpeak with no body with me , Therfites . come in [ Exit . Ther ...
... thy creator ; it fuffices me thou art . SCENE VI . Enter Agamemnon , Ulyffes , Neftor , Diomedes , Ajax , and Calchas . Look you , who comes here ? Achil . Patroclus , I'll fpeak with no body with me , Therfites . come in [ Exit . Ther ...
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518. oldal - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
375. oldal - That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
327. oldal - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
64. oldal - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
383. 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...
494. oldal - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
268. oldal - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
252. oldal - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
390. oldal - You cannot call it love; for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
488. oldal - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.