Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, כרך 7D. Leach, 1767 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 51
עמוד 8
... father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all fo much for love , As for another fecret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I ...
... father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all fo much for love , As for another fecret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I ...
עמוד 14
... father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford fhook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the fad ftory of my father's death ; And twenty times made ...
... father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford fhook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the fad ftory of my father's death ; And twenty times made ...
עמוד 17
... father , To take her in her heart's extreamest hate ; With curfes in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her confcience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my fuit withal ...
... father , To take her in her heart's extreamest hate ; With curfes in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her confcience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my fuit withal ...
עמוד 22
... father Warwick , Ay , and forfwore himfelf , -Which Jesu pardon ! - 2. M. Which God revenge ! RIC . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were flint ...
... father Warwick , Ay , and forfwore himfelf , -Which Jesu pardon ! - 2. M. Which God revenge ! RIC . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were flint ...
עמוד 23
... father lay'd on thee , - When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy fcorns drew'ft rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultlefs blood of pretty Rutland ; His ...
... father lay'd on thee , - When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy fcorns drew'ft rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultlefs blood of pretty Rutland ; His ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 73 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
עמוד 76 - 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 40 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
עמוד 4 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; 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 76 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
עמוד 30 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
עמוד 73 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
עמוד 73 - 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 3 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
עמוד 30 - 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.