The Plays of William Shakespeare, Τόμος 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 13
... grace she ow'd , And put it to the foil : But you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . I do not know Mir . One of my sex ; no woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have ...
... grace she ow'd , And put it to the foil : But you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . I do not know Mir . One of my sex ; no woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have ...
Σελίδα 28
... grace to grace a gentleman . Duke . Beshrew me , sir , but , if he make this good , He is as worthy for an empress ' love , As meet to be an emperor's counsellor . Well , sir ; this gentleman is come to me , With commendation from great ...
... grace to grace a gentleman . Duke . Beshrew me , sir , but , if he make this good , He is as worthy for an empress ' love , As meet to be an emperor's counsellor . Well , sir ; this gentleman is come to me , With commendation from great ...
Σελίδα 31
... grace , there is a messenger That stays to bear my letters to my friends , And I am going to deliver them . Duke . Be they of much import ? Val . The tenor of them doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay ...
... grace , there is a messenger That stays to bear my letters to my friends , And I am going to deliver them . Duke . Be they of much import ? Val . The tenor of them doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay ...
Σελίδα 32
... grace , that with such grace hath bless'd them , Because myself do want my servants ' fortune : I curse myself . for they are sent by me , That they should harbour where their lord should be . What's here ? Silvia , this night will I ...
... grace , that with such grace hath bless'd them , Because myself do want my servants ' fortune : I curse myself . for they are sent by me , That they should harbour where their lord should be . What's here ? Silvia , this night will I ...
Σελίδα 34
... grace , Let me not live to look upon your grace . Duke . Thou know'st , how willingly 1 would effect The match between sir Thurio and my daughter . Pro . I do , my lord . Duke . And also , I think , thou art not ignorant How she opposes ...
... grace , Let me not live to look upon your grace . Duke . Thou know'st , how willingly 1 would effect The match between sir Thurio and my daughter . Pro . I do , my lord . Duke . And also , I think , thou art not ignorant How she opposes ...
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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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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...