The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ... |
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Strona 11
I myself reprehend his own person , for I am his grace ' s tharborough : but I
would see his own person in flesh and blood . Biron . This is he . Dull . Signior
Arme - Arme - commends you , There ' s villainy abroad ; this letter will tell you
more .
I myself reprehend his own person , for I am his grace ' s tharborough : but I
would see his own person in flesh and blood . Biron . This is he . Dull . Signior
Arme - Arme - commends you , There ' s villainy abroad ; this letter will tell you
more .
Strona 11
Arm . I do say , thou art quick in answers : thou heatest my blood . Moth . I am
answer'd , Sir . Arm . I love not to be cross'd . Moth . He speaks the mere contrary ,
crosses * love pot him . [ Aside . Arm . I have promised to study three the duke .
Arm . I do say , thou art quick in answers : thou heatest my blood . Moth . I am
answer'd , Sir . Arm . I love not to be cross'd . Moth . He speaks the mere contrary ,
crosses * love pot him . [ Aside . Arm . I have promised to study three the duke .
Strona 19
Biron . Sick at heart . Ros . Alack , let it blood . Biron . Would that do it good ? Ros
. My physic says , I * . Biron . Will you prick ' t with your eye ? Ros . No poynt +
with my knife . Biron . Now , God save thy life ! Ros . And yours from long living !
Biron . Sick at heart . Ros . Alack , let it blood . Biron . Would that do it good ? Ros
. My physic says , I * . Biron . Will you prick ' t with your eye ? Ros . No poynt +
with my knife . Biron . Now , God save thy life ! Ros . And yours from long living !
Strona 27
... s blood , that my heart means no ill . Boyet . Do not curst wives hold that self -
sovereignty Only for praise ' sake , when they strive to be Lords o ' er their lords ?
Prin , Only for praise : and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord .
... s blood , that my heart means no ill . Boyet . Do not curst wives hold that self -
sovereignty Only for praise ' sake , when they strive to be Lords o ' er their lords ?
Prin , Only for praise : and praise we may afford To any lady that subdues a lord .
Strona 31
The deer was , as you know , in sanguis , - blood ; ripe as a pomewater , who
now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of cælo , - - the sky , the wel . kin , the heaven
; and anon falleth like a crab , on the face of terra , - the soil , the land , the earth .
The deer was , as you know , in sanguis , - blood ; ripe as a pomewater , who
now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of cælo , - - the sky , the wel . kin , the heaven
; and anon falleth like a crab , on the face of terra , - the soil , the land , the earth .
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Attendants Bass bear better Biron blood Boyet bring Clown comes Cost Count court daughter dear death desire doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear fellow fool fortune gentle give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope hour I'll Kath keep King lady leave Leon live look lord Macb Macbeth madam marry master mean mind mistress Moth nature never night once play poor pray present prove ring Rosalind SCENE Servant serve shew speak stand stay sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou thou art thought tongue Touch true truth wife woman worthy young
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 106 - 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 134 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strona 478 - 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.
Strona 74 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strona 186 - twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strona 125 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Strona 189 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, 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...
Strona 189 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Strona 74 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strona 481 - 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.