The Works of Shakespeare, כרך 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 57
עמוד 8
... gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One , that goes with him : I love him for his fake , And yet I know him a notorious liar ; Think him a great way fool , folely a coward ; Yet ...
... gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One , that goes with him : I love him for his fake , And yet I know him a notorious liar ; Think him a great way fool , folely a coward ; Yet ...
עמוד 14
... our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them .. Count . What does this knave here ? get you gone , Sirrah :: Sirrah the complaints I have heard of you , I 14 well , that Ends well . All's ...
... our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them .. Count . What does this knave here ? get you gone , Sirrah :: Sirrah the complaints I have heard of you , I 14 well , that Ends well . All's ...
עמוד 16
... gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to fpeak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . 66 Clo . " Was this fair ...
... gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to fpeak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . 66 Clo . " Was this fair ...
עמוד 17
... gone , Sir knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honefty be no pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the black ...
... gone , Sir knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honefty be no pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the black ...
עמוד 44
... gone to the King ? Par . She is . Ber . Will the away to night ? Par . As you'll have her . [ Afide to Parolles . Bar . I have writ my letters , casketed my treasure , given order for our horfes ; and to night , when I fhould take ...
... gone to the King ? Par . She is . Ber . Will the away to night ? Par . As you'll have her . [ Afide to Parolles . Bar . I have writ my letters , casketed my treasure , given order for our horfes ; and to night , when I fhould take ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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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.