The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic] and Reed, with glossarial notes, his life, and a critique on his genius & writings by N. Rowe |
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Strona 34
... lady talk of it yesterday ; and of a foolish knight , that you brought in one night here , to be her wooer . Sir To . Who ? Sir Andrew Ague - cheek ? Mar. Ay , hc . Sir To . He's as tall * a man as any's in Illyria . Mar. What's that to ...
... lady talk of it yesterday ; and of a foolish knight , that you brought in one night here , to be her wooer . Sir To . Who ? Sir Andrew Ague - cheek ? Mar. Ay , hc . Sir To . He's as tall * a man as any's in Illyria . Mar. What's that to ...
Strona 35
... lady : yet , [ Aside . ] a barfult strife ! Vio . I'll do my best , Whoe'er I woo , myself would be his wife . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. - A Room in OLIVIA'S House . Enter MARIA , and CLOWN . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been ...
... lady : yet , [ Aside . ] a barfult strife ! Vio . I'll do my best , Whoe'er I woo , myself would be his wife . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. - A Room in OLIVIA'S House . Enter MARIA , and CLOWN . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been ...
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... lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? Take away the lady . Oli . Go to , you're a dry fool ; I'll no more of you besides , you grow dishonest . more brain than a stone . Look you now , he's out of his guard ...
... lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? Take away the lady . Oli . Go to , you're a dry fool ; I'll no more of you besides , you grow dishonest . more brain than a stone . Look you now , he's out of his guard ...
Strona 37
... lady calls . Re - enter MARIA . [ Exit . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face ; We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me , I shall ...
... lady calls . Re - enter MARIA . [ Exit . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face ; We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me , I shall ...
Strona 38
... lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! Farewell , fair cruelty . [ Exit . Oli . What is ...
... lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! Farewell , fair cruelty . [ Exit . Oli . What is ...
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Strona 193 - Jew. 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.
Strona 328 - 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. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strona 396 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Strona 327 - 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. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties...
Strona 172 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Strona 199 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.