The Works of William Shakespeare, Nide 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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Sivu 15
... face , She was the fairest creature in the world ; And yet she is inferior to none . Sly . Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady ? Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd till now ? I do not sleep : I see , I hear , I speak ; I smell sweet ...
... face , She was the fairest creature in the world ; And yet she is inferior to none . Sly . Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady ? Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd till now ? I do not sleep : I see , I hear , I speak ; I smell sweet ...
Sivu 18
... face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord , deliver us ! Gre . And me too , good Lord ! Tra . Hush , master ! here is some good pastime toward ; That wench is stark mad , or wonderful froward . Luc . But in ...
... face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord , deliver us ! Gre . And me too , good Lord ! Tra . Hush , master ! here is some good pastime toward ; That wench is stark mad , or wonderful froward . Luc . But in ...
Sivu 21
... face , Such as the daughter of Agenor had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand . Tra . Saw you no more ? mark'd you not , how her sister Began to scold ; and raise up such a ...
... face , Such as the daughter of Agenor had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand . Tra . Saw you no more ? mark'd you not , how her sister Began to scold ; and raise up such a ...
Sivu 22
... faces , For man , or master : then it follows thus ; - Thou shalt be master , Tranio , in my stead , Keep house , and port , 5 and servants , as I should : I will some other be ; some Florentine , Some Neapolitan , or mean man of Pisa ...
... faces , For man , or master : then it follows thus ; - Thou shalt be master , Tranio , in my stead , Keep house , and port , 5 and servants , as I should : I will some other be ; some Florentine , Some Neapolitan , or mean man of Pisa ...
Sivu 26
... face , and so dis- figure her with it , that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat : 9 You know him not , sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee ; For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : He hath the jewel of ...
... face , and so dis- figure her with it , that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat : 9 You know him not , sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee ; For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : He hath the jewel of ...
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Antigonus Autolycus Banquo Baptista BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Clown Count daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool friends Gent gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria is't JOHNS JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Lady MACBETH Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid Malvolio marry master mean mistress never noble Padua Petruchio pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspeare Shep signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH speak STEEV swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Tranio WARB weird sisters What's wife Witch word
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Sivu 41 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Sivu 58 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack.
Sivu 23 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Sivu 26 - Now o'er the one half world 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.
Sivu 29 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
Sivu 22 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Sivu 21 - To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Sivu 46 - Too terrible for the ear. 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.
Sivu 25 - Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Sivu 57 - 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.