The Works of William Shakspeare, 2. kötetC.S. Francis, 1852 |
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2. oldal
... thought you affect a sorrow , than to have . Hel . I do affect a sorrow , indeed ; but I have it too . Laf . Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead , excessive grief the enemy to the living . Count . If the living be enemy to the ...
... thought you affect a sorrow , than to have . Hel . I do affect a sorrow , indeed ; but I have it too . Laf . Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead , excessive grief the enemy to the living . Count . If the living be enemy to the ...
7. oldal
... thoughts , than on his tomb ; So his approof lives not in epitaph , As in your royal speech . King . Would I were with him ! He would always say ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plausive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted ...
... thoughts , than on his tomb ; So his approof lives not in epitaph , As in your royal speech . King . Would I were with him ! He would always say ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plausive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted ...
9. oldal
... thought , I dare vow for her , they touched not any stranger sense . Her matter was , she loved your son : Fortune , she said , was no goddess , that had put such difference betwixt their two estates ; Love , no god , that would not ...
... thought , I dare vow for her , they touched not any stranger sense . Her matter was , she loved your son : Fortune , she said , was no goddess , that had put such difference betwixt their two estates ; Love , no god , that would not ...
10. oldal
... thought them none . Her eye is sick on't ; I observe her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . You know , Helen , I am a mother to you . Hel . Mine honourable mistress . Count . Nay , a mother ; Why not a mother ? When I ...
... thought them none . Her eye is sick on't ; I observe her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . You know , Helen , I am a mother to you . Hel . Mine honourable mistress . Count . Nay , a mother ; Why not a mother ? When I ...
16. oldal
... thoughts A modest one , to bear me back again . King . I cannot give thee less , to be call'd grateful : Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live : But , what at full I know ...
... thoughts A modest one , to bear me back again . King . I cannot give thee less , to be call'd grateful : Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live : But , what at full I know ...
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387. oldal - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
240. oldal - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
242. oldal - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
159. oldal - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The...
237. oldal - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...