William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, כרך 2S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
מתוך הספר
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עמוד 28
... brother Henry spend his youth , ' His valour , coin , and people , in the wars ? Did he so often lodge in open field , In winter's cold , and summer's parching heat , To conquer France , his true inheritance ? And did my brother Bedford ...
... brother Henry spend his youth , ' His valour , coin , and people , in the wars ? Did he so often lodge in open field , In winter's cold , and summer's parching heat , To conquer France , his true inheritance ? And did my brother Bedford ...
עמוד 29
... brother York , thy acts in Ireland , ' In bringing them to civil discipline ; " Thy late exploits , done in the heart of France , When thou wert regent for our sovereign , ' Have made thee fear'd , and honour'd , of the people : - Join ...
... brother York , thy acts in Ireland , ' In bringing them to civil discipline ; " Thy late exploits , done in the heart of France , When thou wert regent for our sovereign , ' Have made thee fear'd , and honour'd , of the people : - Join ...
עמוד 47
... brother are hard by with the king's forces . ' Cade . Stand , villain , stand , or I'll fell thee down : He shall be encountered with a man as good as himself : He is but a knight , is ' a ? Mich . No. Cade . To equal him , I will make ...
... brother are hard by with the king's forces . ' Cade . Stand , villain , stand , or I'll fell thee down : He shall be encountered with a man as good as himself : He is but a knight , is ' a ? Mich . No. Cade . To equal him , I will make ...
עמוד 57
... brother to Lady Grey . Sir William Stanley . Sir John Montgomery . Sir John Som- erville . Tutor to Rutland . Mayor of York . Lieutenant of the Tower . A Nobleman . Two Keepers . A Huntsman . A Son that has killed his father . A Father ...
... brother to Lady Grey . Sir William Stanley . Sir John Montgomery . Sir John Som- erville . Tutor to Rutland . Mayor of York . Lieutenant of the Tower . A Nobleman . Two Keepers . A Huntsman . A Son that has killed his father . A Father ...
עמוד 60
... Brother , though I be youngest , give me leave . Edw . No , I can better play the orator . Mont . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter York . York . Why , how now , sons and brother , at a strife ? ' What is your quarrel ? how ...
... Brother , though I be youngest , give me leave . Edw . No , I can better play the orator . Mont . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter York . York . Why , how now , sons and brother , at a strife ? ' What is your quarrel ? how ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus arms art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death dost doth duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 437 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my 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.
עמוד 386 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
עמוד 242 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
עמוד 408 - It was the lark , the herald of the morn , No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
עמוד 135 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
עמוד 85 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
עמוד 134 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
עמוד 66 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
עמוד 92 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
עמוד 435 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.