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Side 12
... tongue ! Alon . I pr'ythee , spare , Gon . Well , I have done : but yet- Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which of them , he , or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? Seb . The old cock . Ant . The cockrel . Seb . Done ...
... tongue ! Alon . I pr'ythee , spare , Gon . Well , I have done : but yet- Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which of them , he , or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? Seb . The old cock . Ant . The cockrel . Seb . Done ...
Side 15
... tongues , Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch. You did ... tongue with a tang , Would cry to a sailor , Go , hang : ( 4 ) A black jack of leather , to hold beer . The frock of ...
... tongues , Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch. You did ... tongue with a tang , Would cry to a sailor , Go , hang : ( 4 ) A black jack of leather , to hold beer . The frock of ...
Side 17
... tongue. ACT III . SCENE I - Before Prospero's cell . Enter Fer- dinand , bearing a log . Fer . There be some sports ... tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I lik'd several women ; never ...
... tongue. ACT III . SCENE I - Before Prospero's cell . Enter Fer- dinand , bearing a log . Fer . There be some sports ... tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I lik'd several women ; never ...
Side 18
... tongue in your head ; He has brave utensils ( for so he calls them , ) if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor Which , when he has a house , he'll deck withal . monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig - And that ...
... tongue in your head ; He has brave utensils ( for so he calls them , ) if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor Which , when he has a house , he'll deck withal . monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig - And that ...
Side 32
... tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pan . In thy tail ? Laun . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the master , and the service ? The tide ! -why , man , if the river were dry , I am able to fill it with ...
... tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pan . In thy tail ? Laun . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the master , and the service ? The tide ! -why , man , if the river were dry , I am able to fill it with ...
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The Dramatic Works: From The Test Of Johnson, Stevens, And Reed ..., Volum 1 William Shakespeare Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2019 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE servant Shal signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
Populære avsnitt
Side 209 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Side 448 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, • And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, ) That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry,...
Side 23 - 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.
Side 213 - 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 lin'd, 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...
Side 423 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Side 336 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Side 185 - How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him for he is a Christian : But more for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Side 329 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Side 25 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Side 373 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...