The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With Historical and Analytical Prefaces, Comments, Critical and Explanatory Notes, Glossaries, and a Life of Shakespeare, Tom 4J. A. Hill, 1901 |
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Strona 32
... pray ;. Or so devote to Aristotle's checks As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured : Balk logic with acquaintance that you have , And practise rhetoric in your common talk ; Music and poesy use to quicken you ; The mathematics and the ...
... pray ;. Or so devote to Aristotle's checks As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured : Balk logic with acquaintance that you have , And practise rhetoric in your common talk ; Music and poesy use to quicken you ; The mathematics and the ...
Strona 33
... pray you , sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I ' faith , sir , you shall never need to fear ...
... pray you , sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I ' faith , sir , you shall never need to fear ...
Strona 35
... pray . Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress , and be happy rivals in Bianca's love , to labour and effect one ...
... pray . Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress , and be happy rivals in Bianca's love , to labour and effect one ...
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... pray , sir , tell me , is it possible 150 That love should of a sudden take such hold ! Luc . O Tranio , till I found it to be true , I never thought it possible or likely ; But see , while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect ...
... pray , sir , tell me , is it possible 150 That love should of a sudden take such hold ! Luc . O Tranio , till I found it to be true , I never thought it possible or likely ; But see , while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect ...
Strona 37
... pray , awake , sir : if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her . Thus it stands : Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd That till the father rid his hands of her , Master , your love must live a maid at home ; And ...
... pray , awake , sir : if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her . Thus it stands : Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd That till the father rid his hands of her , Master , your love must live a maid at home ; And ...
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Strona 92 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Strona 57 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Strona 103 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Strona 157 - Caesar dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft!
Strona 61 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strona 102 - O, reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them: for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Strona 93 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Strona 157 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord?...
Strona 91 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing ! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Strona 100 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.