The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volumul 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 pagini |
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Pagina 32
... night . Duke . Ay , but the doors be lock'd , and keys kept safe , That no man hath recourse to her by night . Pal . What. lets. ,. but. one. may. enter. at. her. window ? Duke . Her chamber is aloft , far from the ground ; And built so ...
... night . Duke . Ay , but the doors be lock'd , and keys kept safe , That no man hath recourse to her by night . Pal . What. lets. ,. but. one. may. enter. at. her. window ? Duke . Her chamber is aloft , far from the ground ; And built so ...
Pagina 34
... night your lady's chamber - window , With some sweet concert : to their instruments Tune a deploring dump ; the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grievance . This , or else nothing , will inherit her . Duke ...
... night your lady's chamber - window , With some sweet concert : to their instruments Tune a deploring dump ; the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grievance . This , or else nothing , will inherit her . Duke ...
Pagina 60
... night at Herne's oak , just ' twixt twelve and one , Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen ; The purpose why , is here ; in which disguise , While other jests are something rank on foot , Her father hath commanded her to slip Away ...
... night at Herne's oak , just ' twixt twelve and one , Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen ; The purpose why , is here ; in which disguise , While other jests are something rank on foot , Her father hath commanded her to slip Away ...
Pagina 93
... night ; and a time too brief too , to have all things answer my mind . D. Pedro . Come , you shake the head at so long a breathing ; but , I warrant thee , Claudio , the time shall not go dully by us ; I will , in the interim ...
... night ; and a time too brief too , to have all things answer my mind . D. Pedro . Come , you shake the head at so long a breathing ; but , I warrant thee , Claudio , the time shall not go dully by us ; I will , in the interim ...
Pagina 97
... night , you shall me her chamber - window entered ; even the night be fore her wedding - day : if you love her then , to - morrow wed her : but it would better fit your honour to change your mind . Claud . May this be so ? D. Pedro . 1 ...
... night , you shall me her chamber - window entered ; even the night be fore her wedding - day : if you love her then , to - morrow wed her : but it would better fit your honour to change your mind . Claud . May this be so ? D. Pedro . 1 ...
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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 Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Jack Cade Kath king knave lady Laun Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd Mach 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 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...