The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Količina 1 |
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Stran 13
... Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO . C ANT . Tell me , Panthino , " what sad talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? PAN . ' T was of his nephew Proteus , your son . ANT . Why , what of him ? PAN . He wonder'd that your ...
... Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO . C ANT . Tell me , Panthino , " what sad talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? PAN . ' T was of his nephew Proteus , your son . ANT . Why , what of him ? PAN . He wonder'd that your ...
Stran 13
... Enter PANTHINO . PAN . Sir Proteus , you are stay'd for . PRO . Go ; I come , I come : - Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . A Street . Enter LAUNCE , leading a Dog . LAUN . Nay , ' t will ...
... Enter PANTHINO . PAN . Sir Proteus , you are stay'd for . PRO . Go ; I come , I come : - Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . A Street . Enter LAUNCE , leading a Dog . LAUN . Nay , ' t will ...
Stran 36
... Enter EGLAMOUR . EGL . The sun begins to gild the western sky ; And now it is about the very hour That Silvia , at friar Patrick's cell , should meet me . She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before ...
... Enter EGLAMOUR . EGL . The sun begins to gild the western sky ; And now it is about the very hour That Silvia , at friar Patrick's cell , should meet me . She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before ...
Stran 37
... Enter DUKE . DUKE . How now , sir Proteus ? how now , Thurio ? Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late ? Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her . [ Exit . JUL . And I will follow , more to cross that love , Than hate for Silvia , that ...
... Enter DUKE . DUKE . How now , sir Proteus ? how now , Thurio ? Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late ? Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her . [ Exit . JUL . And I will follow , more to cross that love , Than hate for Silvia , that ...
Stran 60
... enter his forbidden gates , To know his pleasure ; and in that behalf , Bold of your worthiness , we single you As our best - moving fair solicitor : Tell him , the daughter of the king of France , On serious business , craving quick ...
... enter his forbidden gates , To know his pleasure ; and in that behalf , Bold of your worthiness , we single you As our best - moving fair solicitor : Tell him , the daughter of the king of France , On serious business , craving quick ...
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arms art thou Bardolph Ben Jonson BIRON blood BOLING BOYET called Collier's cousin dead death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl editions Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio omits fool FORD gentle gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed honour humour John Shakespeare Juliet Kate KATH king lady LAUN letter look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam marry master means merry mistress never night noble NURSE old copies passage peace play POINS pray prince Proteus quarto Richard Richard II Romeo SCENE servant Shakespeare SHAL sir John soul speak stand Steevens Stratford sweet tell thee Theseus thine Thomas Nashe thou art thou hast tongue true Tybalt unto villain wife William Shakespeare wilt word
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Stran 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Stran 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Stran 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Stran 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Stran 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.