The Plays of William Shakespeare, Τόμος 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 4
... truth , by telling of it , Made such a sinner of his memory , To credit his own lie , -he did believe He was the duke ; out of the substitution , And executing the outward face of royalty , With all prerogative : -Hence his ambition ...
... truth , by telling of it , Made such a sinner of his memory , To credit his own lie , -he did believe He was the duke ; out of the substitution , And executing the outward face of royalty , With all prerogative : -Hence his ambition ...
Σελίδα 19
... truth , their words Are natural breath : but , howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses , know for certain , That I am Prospero , and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan ; who most strangely Upon this shore , where ...
... truth , their words Are natural breath : but , howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses , know for certain , That I am Prospero , and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan ; who most strangely Upon this shore , where ...
Σελίδα 31
... truth : Only deserve my love , by loving him ; And presently go with me to my chamber , To take a note of what I stand in need of , To furnish me upon my longing journey . All that is mine I leave at thy dispose , My goods , my lands ...
... truth : Only deserve my love , by loving him ; And presently go with me to my chamber , To take a note of what I stand in need of , To furnish me upon my longing journey . All that is mine I leave at thy dispose , My goods , my lands ...
Σελίδα 45
... truth of it : He came of an errand to me from parson Hugh . Caiur . Vell . Sum . Ay , forsooth , to desire her to →→→ Quic . Peace , I pray you . Caius . Peace - a your tongue : -Speak - a your tale . St. To desire this honest ...
... truth of it : He came of an errand to me from parson Hugh . Caiur . Vell . Sum . Ay , forsooth , to desire her to →→→ Quic . Peace , I pray you . Caius . Peace - a your tongue : -Speak - a your tale . St. To desire this honest ...
Σελίδα 46
... truth of his words : but they do no more adhere and keep place together than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves . What tempest , I trow , threw this whale , with so many tons of oil in his belly , ashore at Windsor ? How ...
... truth of his words : but they do no more adhere and keep place together than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves . What tempest , I trow , threw this whale , with so many tons of oil in his belly , ashore at Windsor ? How ...
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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...