The Works of Shakespeare, כרך 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 67
עמוד 7
... blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birth right ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
... blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birth right ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
עמוד 15
... blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent . Count . Thy marriage . fooner than thy wickedness . Clo ... blood ; he , that cherisheth my flesh and . blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he , that loves my flesh flesh and ...
... blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent . Count . Thy marriage . fooner than thy wickedness . Clo ... blood ; he , that cherisheth my flesh and . blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he , that loves my flesh flesh and ...
עמוד 16
William Shakespeare. flesh and blood , is my friend : ergo , he , that kiffes my wife , is my friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the ...
William Shakespeare. flesh and blood , is my friend : ergo , he , that kiffes my wife , is my friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the ...
עמוד 18
... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is impreft in youth ; Love , no God , that would not extend bis Might only where Qualities were level , Queen of Virgins ...
... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is impreft in youth ; Love , no God , that would not extend bis Might only where Qualities were level , Queen of Virgins ...
עמוד 19
... blood , To fay , I am thy mother ? what's the matter , That this diftemper'd meffenger of wet , The many colour'd Iris , rounds thine eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay , I am your Hel . Pardon ...
... blood , To fay , I am thy mother ? what's the matter , That this diftemper'd meffenger of wet , The many colour'd Iris , rounds thine eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay , I am your Hel . Pardon ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis blood Bohemia buſineſs Camillo Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge fear feems felf fent fervice fhall fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria John King King John knave Lady loft Lord lyes Madam mafter Malvolio Marry Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Paffage pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reaſon ſay SCENE changes ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand tongue underſtand uſe whofe wife worfe yourſelf
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
עמוד 376 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
עמוד 133 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
עמוד 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
עמוד 97 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.