Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, 33. rész,8. kötet |
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7. oldal
... poor but worthy gentleman : she's wedded ; Her husband banish'd ; she imprison'd : all Is outward sorrow ; though , I think , the king Be touch'd at very heart . Second Gent . None but the king ? First Gent . He that hath lost her , too ...
... poor but worthy gentleman : she's wedded ; Her husband banish'd ; she imprison'd : all Is outward sorrow ; though , I think , the king Be touch'd at very heart . Second Gent . None but the king ? First Gent . He that hath lost her , too ...
11. oldal
... poor self did exchange for you , To your so infinite loss ; so , in our trifles I still win of you : for my sake wear this ; It is a manacle of love : I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner . Imo . [ Putting a bracelet on her arm . O ...
... poor self did exchange for you , To your so infinite loss ; so , in our trifles I still win of you : for my sake wear this ; It is a manacle of love : I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner . Imo . [ Putting a bracelet on her arm . O ...
17. oldal
... poor kindness : I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ; it had been pity you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose as then each bore , upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature . Post . By your pardon ...
... poor kindness : I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ; it had been pity you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose as then each bore , upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature . Post . By your pardon ...
33. oldal
... poor princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou endur'st ! Betwixt a father by thy step - dame govern'd ; A mother hourly coining plots ; a wooer More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband , than that horrid act Of the ...
... poor princess , Thou divine Imogen , what thou endur'st ! Betwixt a father by thy step - dame govern'd ; A mother hourly coining plots ; a wooer More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband , than that horrid act Of the ...
38. oldal
... poor of thanks , And scarce can spare them . Clo . Still , I swear I love you . Imo . If you but said so ' twere as deep with me : If you swear still , your recompense is still That I regard it not . Clo . Imo . But that you This is no ...
... poor of thanks , And scarce can spare them . Clo . Still , I swear I love you . Imo . If you but said so ' twere as deep with me : If you swear still , your recompense is still That I regard it not . Clo . Imo . But that you This is no ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Antenor ARVIRAGUS BELARIUS better blood brother Calchas Cloten Cordelia Corn Cres Cressida CYMBELINE daughter dear DEIPHOBUS Diomed DIOMEDES dost doth EDGAR Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Grecian Greeks GUIDERIUS hast hath hear heart heavens Hect Hector Helen honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lear Leonatus look lord madam master Menelaus Milford Haven mistress Nestor night noble PANDARUS Patr Patroclus Pisanio poor Post Posthumus pray Priam prince Prithee queen Re-enter Regan SCENE servant Shakespeare shew sister speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art Troilus TROILUS AND CRESSIDA Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss villain What's word worth Сут
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84. oldal - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes. And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader ! set them down For sluttish spoils of opportunity, And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within. All. The Trojans
83. oldal - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
102. oldal - Come, let's away to prison. We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage; When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live, // And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and...
61. oldal - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
10. oldal - Lear. Let it be so, — thy truth, then, be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And, as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee, from this, for ever.
57. oldal - tis slander ; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
113. oldal - Look up, my lord. 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.
67. oldal - The providence that's in a watchful state, Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold ; Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. There is a mystery (with whom relation § Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; Which hath an operation more divine, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to...
77. oldal - Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues Have humbled to all strokes. That I am wretched Makes thee the happier. Heavens, deal so still. Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough.
66. oldal - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours : For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by...