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Anglický jazyk
Tartuffe Or, the Hypocrite
Autor: Molière
Excerpt: ... puts his hand on her knee.) ELMIRE What's your hand doing there? TARTUFFE Feeling your gown; the stuff is very soft. ELMIRE Let be, I beg you; I am very ticklish. (She moves her chair away, and Tartuffe brings his nearer.) TARTUFFE... Viac o knihe
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Excerpt: ... puts his hand on her knee.) ELMIRE What's your hand doing there? TARTUFFE Feeling your gown; the stuff is very soft. ELMIRE Let be, I beg you; I am very ticklish. (She moves her chair away, and Tartuffe brings his nearer.) TARTUFFE (handling the lace yoke of Elmire's dress) Dear me how wonderful in workmanship This lace is! They do marvels, nowadays; Things of all kinds were never better made. ELMIRE Yes, very true. But let us come to business. They say my husband means to break his word. And marry Mariane to you. Is't so? TARTUFFE He did hint some such thing; but truly, madam, That's not the happiness I'm yearning after; I see elsewhere the sweet compelling charms Of such a joy as fills my every wish. ELMIRE You mean you cannot love terrestrial things. TARTUFFE The heart within my bosom is not stone. ELMIRE I well believe your sighs all tend to Heaven, And nothing here below can stay your thoughts. TARTUFFE Love for the beauty of eternal things Cannot destroy our love for earthly beauty; Our mortal senses well may be entranced By perfect works that Heaven has fashioned here. Its charms reflected shine in such as you, And in yourself, its rarest miracles; It has displayed such marvels in your face, That eyes are dazed, and hearts are rapt away; I could not look on you, the perfect creature, Without admiring Nature's great Creator, And feeling all my heart inflamed with love For you, His fairest image of Himself. At first I trembled lest this secret love Might be the Evil Spirit's artful snare; I even schooled my heart to flee your beauty, Thinking it was a bar to my salvation. But soon, enlightened, O all lovely one, I saw how this my passion may be blameless, How I may make it fit with modesty, And thus completely yield my heart to it. 'Tis I must own, a great...
- Vydavateľstvo: Books LLC, Reference Series
- Rok vydania: 2016
- Formát: Paperback
- Rozmer: 246 x 189 mm
- Jazyk: Anglický jazyk
- ISBN: 9781153734936