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Strona 182
... Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daugh- ter of Signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not ; but I look'd on her . 165 Claud . Is she not a modest young lady ? Bene . Do you question me , as an honest man should do , for my simple ...
... Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daugh- ter of Signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not ; but I look'd on her . 165 Claud . Is she not a modest young lady ? Bene . Do you question me , as an honest man should do , for my simple ...
Strona 183
... Claud . If my passion change not shortly , God forbid it should be otherwise . D. Pedro . Amen , if you love her ; for the lady is very well worthy . Claud . You speak this to fetch me in , my lord . 225 D. Pedro . By my troth , I speak ...
... Claud . If my passion change not shortly , God forbid it should be otherwise . D. Pedro . Amen , if you love her ; for the lady is very well worthy . Claud . You speak this to fetch me in , my lord . 225 D. Pedro . By my troth , I speak ...
Strona 186
... Claud . How know you he loves her ? D. John . I heard him swear his affection . 175 Bora . So did I too ; and he swore he would marry her to - night . D. John . Come , let us to the banquet . [ Exeunt Don John and Borachio . Claud ...
... Claud . How know you he loves her ? D. John . I heard him swear his affection . 175 Bora . So did I too ; and he swore he would marry her to - night . D. John . Come , let us to the banquet . [ Exeunt Don John and Borachio . Claud ...
Strona 187
... Claud . Not sad , my lord . D. Pedro . How then ? Sick ? Claud . Neither , my lord . 300 Beat . The count is neither sad , nor sick , nor merry , nor well ; but civil count , civil as an orange , and something of that jealous com ...
... Claud . Not sad , my lord . D. Pedro . How then ? Sick ? Claud . Neither , my lord . 300 Beat . The count is neither sad , nor sick , nor merry , nor well ; but civil count , civil as an orange , and something of that jealous com ...
Strona 188
... Claud . To - morrow , my lord . Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites . Leon . Not till Monday , my dear son , which is hence a just seven - night ; and a time too brief , too , to have all things answer my mind . 876 D ...
... Claud . To - morrow , my lord . Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites . Leon . Not till Monday , my dear son , which is hence a just seven - night ; and a time too brief , too , to have all things answer my mind . 876 D ...
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The Complete Dramatic and Poetic Works of William Shakespeare William Shakespeare Widok fragmentu - 1906 |
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax arms art thou beseech better blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin Cres Cymbeline daugh daughter dear death Diomed doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Hermia hither honour Isab John Kath King lady Launce Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night noble Pandarus pardon Patroclus peace Pedro Pericles play Pompey poor pray Prince prithee Proteus Queen Re-enter SCENE Shakespeare Signior soul speak stand swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Troilus Troyan true unto villain What's wife wilt word
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Strona 216 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
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Strona 264 - Each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe; Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead ; Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly...
Strona 187 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Strona 79 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Strona 110 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Strona 468 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Strona 433 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Strona 404 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.