The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volumul 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 pagini |
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Pagina 5
... hour destroy us ? Pre . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Mir . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis ...
... hour destroy us ? Pre . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Mir . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis ...
Pagina 14
... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ay , on my honour . Ste . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cal . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of pleasure ; Let us be jocund : Will you troll the catch You taught me but while ...
... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ay , on my honour . Ste . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cal . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of pleasure ; Let us be jocund : Will you troll the catch You taught me but while ...
Pagina 18
... hour , Lie at my merey all mine enemies ; Shortly shall all my labours end , and thou Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little , Follow , and do me service . ACT V. [ Exeunt . SCENE I - Before the Cell of Prospero . Enter Pros- pero ...
... hour , Lie at my merey all mine enemies ; Shortly shall all my labours end , and thou Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little , Follow , and do me service . ACT V. [ Exeunt . SCENE I - Before the Cell of Prospero . Enter Pros- pero ...
Pagina 27
... hour o'er - slips me in the day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not the ...
... hour o'er - slips me in the day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not the ...
Pagina 38
... hour That Silvia , at Patrick's cell , should meet me . She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before their time ; So much they spur their expedition . See , where she comes : -Lady , a happy evening ...
... hour That Silvia , at Patrick's cell , should meet me . She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before their time ; So much they spur their expedition . See , where she comes : -Lady , a happy evening ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ..., Volumul 1 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1813 |
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arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood brother Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress ne'er never night noble Northumberland Orla pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
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Pagina 224 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Pagina 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Pagina 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Pagina 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Pagina 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pagina 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Pagina 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Pagina 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Pagina 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...