Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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15. oldal
... tell them , there thy fixed foot shall grow , Till thou have audience . Vio . Sure , my noble lord , If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke , she never will admit me , 270 Duke . Duke . Be clamorous , and leap all civil ...
... tell them , there thy fixed foot shall grow , Till thou have audience . Vio . Sure , my noble lord , If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke , she never will admit me , 270 Duke . Duke . Be clamorous , and leap all civil ...
17. oldal
... tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter , in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well hang'd in this world , needs fear no ...
... tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter , in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well hang'd in this world , needs fear no ...
22. oldal
... Tell him , he shall not speak with me . Mal . He has been told so ; and he says , he'll stand your door like a sheriff's post , and be the supporter to a bench , but he'll speak with you . at Oli . What kind of man is he ? Mal . Why ...
... Tell him , he shall not speak with me . Mal . He has been told so ; and he says , he'll stand your door like a sheriff's post , and be the supporter to a bench , but he'll speak with you . at Oli . What kind of man is he ? Mal . Why ...
23. oldal
... tell me , if this be the lady of the house , for I never saw her : I would be loth to cast away my speech ; for , besides that it is excellently well penn'd , I have taken great pains to con it . Good beauties , let me sustain no scorn ...
... tell me , if this be the lady of the house , for I never saw her : I would be loth to cast away my speech ; for , besides that it is excellently well penn'd , I have taken great pains to con it . Good beauties , let me sustain no scorn ...
24. oldal
... Tell me your mind . Vio . I am a messenger . 500 Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . ture of war , no taxation of homage ...
... Tell me your mind . Vio . I am a messenger . 500 Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . ture of war , no taxation of homage ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ancient Antigonus Autolycus Ben Jonson beseech better Bohemia Brownist called Camillo Cesario CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool Gent gentleman give hand Hanmer hath heart heaven HENLEY Hermione honest Honest Whore honour i'the Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king kiss knight lady last enchantment Leontes lord madam MALONE Malvolio means mistress musick never o'er o'the old copy Olivia on't pash passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes Polyolbion pr'ythee pray prince queen Romeo and Juliet SCENE seems Shakspere Shakspere's Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby Sir Topas song speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee THEOBALD there's thing thou art thou hast three merry TWELFTH NIGHT Viola volgo WARBURTON WINTER'S TALE woman word
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75. oldal - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
43. oldal - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
77. oldal - I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
75. oldal - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
5. oldal - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
102. oldal - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
25. oldal - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
33. oldal - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.