Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
An Index to the Remarkable Passages and Words Made Use of by Shakspeare
Visos knygos peržiūra - 1790
Ado About Noth All's Antony bear better blood Cæfar Cleop Comedy of Errors Coriolanus Cymbeline death doth eyes face fair fall father fear fhall fome fortune foul friends fuch Gent give grace Hamlet hand hath head heart heaven Henry iv Henry vi Henry viii hold honour Ibid keep king King John Lear leave live look lord Love's Lab Love's Labor Loft Macbeth Meaf Meafure means Merchant of Venice Merry Wives Midf mind moſt muſt nature never Night Night's Dream noble Othello poor Richard Richard ii Romeo and Juliet ſhall ſhould Shrew Taming tears tell Tempeft thee thefe theſe thing thou thou art thoughts Timon of Athens Titus Andronicus tongue Troi Troil true Twelfth Twelfth Night Verona whofe Windfor Winter's Tale Wives of Wind
1228 psl. - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
1394 psl. - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: how would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
1378 psl. - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
1310 psl. - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
1439 psl. - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
1439 psl. - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
1663 psl. - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
1256 psl. - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
1342 psl. - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.