The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, חלק 19,כרך 4 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 62
עמוד 218
... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Fores ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are ...
... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Fores ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are ...
עמוד 219
... Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel's 14 death , I know , I am thane of Glamis ; 10 The thaneship of Glamis was the ancient inheritance of Macbeth's family . The castle where they lived is still standing , and ...
... Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel's 14 death , I know , I am thane of Glamis ; 10 The thaneship of Glamis was the ancient inheritance of Macbeth's family . The castle where they lived is still standing , and ...
עמוד 220
... Macb . Your children shall be kings . Ban . Macb . And thane of Cawdor too ; went it not so ? Ban . To the selfsame tune , and words . Who's here ? Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . Rosse . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The news of ...
... Macb . Your children shall be kings . Ban . Macb . And thane of Cawdor too ; went it not so ? Ban . To the selfsame tune , and words . Who's here ? Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . Rosse . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The news of ...
עמוד 221
... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ? Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was combin'd With those of Norway , or did ...
... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ? Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was combin'd With those of Norway , or did ...
עמוד 222
... Macb . Glamis , and thane of Cawdor : The greatest is behind . Thanks for your pains.- Do you not hope your children shall be kings , When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted home ...
... Macb . Glamis , and thane of Cawdor : The greatest is behind . Thanks for your pains.- Do you not hope your children shall be kings , When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted home ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath Camillo Comedy of Errors Const death deed dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means mistress murder night o'er old copy reads old play passage Paul Paulina peace Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shep Sicilia sleep soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Winter's Tale Witch word
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 234 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
עמוד 243 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
עמוד 242 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth...
עמוד 227 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
עמוד 237 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
עמוד 236 - Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i
עמוד 273 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
עמוד 436 - 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 253 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.