Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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Arvi Bast beseech better Brabantio Brother businesse Casar Cassio Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline Cyprus Daughter dead death deere Desdemona divell do's doo't dost doth Duke Egypt Emil Enob Enobarbus Eros Exeunt Exit eyes falne farewell farre Father feare Foole Fortune Friends Fulvia Generall give Gloster Glou Gods Guiderius ha's hath heare heart Heaven heere Heere's hither honest Honour Iach Iago Imogen is't Kent King knave Lady Lear looke Lord lov'd Madam Master Michael Cassio Mistris Moore never night Noble on't Othello Parthia Pisa Pisanio pitty Pompey poore Post Posthumus poyson pray Prythee Queene Rodorigo Scana Scena selfe shew Sonne Souldier Soule speake Sword tell thee There's thine thing thinke thou art thou hast vertue Villaine Warre Wee'l What's
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46. oldal - No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
111. oldal - My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her: The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
203. oldal - Set you down this ; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
65. oldal - And worse I may be yet : the worst is not So long as we can say,
96. oldal - 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!
77. 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; This...
192. oldal - I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
175. oldal - Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate Call all-in-all sufficient ? — Is this the nature Whom passion could not shake ? whose solid virtue The shot of accident, nor dart of chance, Could neither graze nor pierce ? logo.
202. oldal - Demand me nothing: What you know, you know: From this time forth I never will speak word.
307. oldal - I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So; have you done? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell. [Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies. Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desir'd.