The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, with copious glossarial notes and biogr. notice [by R. Inglis]. |
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Sivu 3
... There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . Be collected : Tell your piteous heart , O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done ... there , my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wrack , which touch'd The very ...
... There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . Be collected : Tell your piteous heart , O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done ... there , my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wrack , which touch'd The very ...
Sivu 8
... there's more work . What is the time o ' th ' day ! Ari . Past the mid season . Pro . At least two glasses . The time ' twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously . Ari . Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give me ...
... there's more work . What is the time o ' th ' day ! Ari . Past the mid season . Pro . At least two glasses . The time ' twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously . Ari . Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give me ...
Sivu 9
... there , where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill - wheels strike . Then was this island ( Save for the son ... there's other business for thee . Come , thou tortoise ! when ? Enter Ariel , like a Water - nymph . Fine apparition ...
... there , where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill - wheels strike . Then was this island ( Save for the son ... there's other business for thee . Come , thou tortoise ! when ? Enter Ariel , like a Water - nymph . Fine apparition ...
Sivu 13
William Shakespeare Robert Inglis (bookseller). Mira . There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill ... there are no more such shapes as he , Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench ! To th ' most of men this is a ...
William Shakespeare Robert Inglis (bookseller). Mira . There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill ... there are no more such shapes as he , Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench ! To th ' most of men this is a ...
Sivu 68
... There is no music in the nightingale ; Unless I look on Silvia in the day , There is no day for me to look upon ; She is ... there's not a hair on ' s head , but ' tis a Valentine . Pro . Valentine ? Val . No. Pro . Who then ? his spirit ...
... There is no music in the nightingale ; Unless I look on Silvia in the day , There is no day for me to look upon ; She is ... there's not a hair on ' s head , but ' tis a Valentine . Pro . Valentine ? Val . No. Pro . Who then ? his spirit ...
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art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio comes cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress musick never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE Servant Shal signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Tranio true unto villain What's wife wilt word
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Sivu 993 - 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 ; 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 : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Sivu 145 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Sivu 387 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Sivu 280 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Sivu 958 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...