Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, כרך 9D. Leach, 1767 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד 3
... What , art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? PAN . Because fhe's kin to me , therefore she's not fo fair as Helen : an fhe were not kin to me , she would be as fair o'friday as Helen is on funday . But what care I ? I care not ...
... What , art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? PAN . Because fhe's kin to me , therefore she's not fo fair as Helen : an fhe were not kin to me , she would be as fair o'friday as Helen is on funday . But what care I ? I care not ...
עמוד 5
... What , art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? PAN . Because fhe's kin to me , therefore fhe's not fo fair as Helen : an fhe were not kin to me , she would be as fair o'friday as Helen is on funday . But what care I ? I care not ...
... What , art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? PAN . Because fhe's kin to me , therefore fhe's not fo fair as Helen : an fhe were not kin to me , she would be as fair o'friday as Helen is on funday . But what care I ? I care not ...
עמוד 6
... What Crefid is , what Pandar , and what we ? Her bed is India ; there fhe lies , a pearl : Between our Ilium , and where the resides , Let it be call'd the wild and wand'ring flood ; Ourself , the merchant ; and this failing Pandar ...
... What Crefid is , what Pandar , and what we ? Her bed is India ; there fhe lies , a pearl : Between our Ilium , and where the resides , Let it be call'd the wild and wand'ring flood ; Ourself , the merchant ; and this failing Pandar ...
עמוד 7
... what it forefaw In Hector's wrath . he ; CRE . What was his cause of anger ? Ser . The noise goes , this : There is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him , Ajax . CRE . Good ; And what of him ; Ser ...
... what it forefaw In Hector's wrath . he ; CRE . What was his cause of anger ? Ser . The noise goes , this : There is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him , Ajax . CRE . Good ; And what of him ; Ser ...
עמוד 8
... What's that ? what's that ? CRE . Good morrow , uncle Pandarus . PAN . Good morrow , cousin Crefid : What do you talk of ? Good morrow , Alexander : - cousin ? When were you at İlium ? CRE . This morning , uncle . How do you , PAN ...
... What's that ? what's that ? CRE . Good morrow , uncle Pandarus . PAN . Good morrow , cousin Crefid : What do you talk of ? Good morrow , Alexander : - cousin ? When were you at İlium ? CRE . This morning , uncle . How do you , PAN ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Antenor art thou beſt better Britain brother Calchas Cloten Cordelia Crefid Cymbeline daughter Diomed doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fame father fear feek feem fervice fhall fhew fhould fifter fince firſt flain fome fool foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword GLOSTER gods GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heavens Hector Helenus himſelf honour i'the Imogen itſelf king lady Lear lord madam mafter Menelaus miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf o'the Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio Pofthumus Pr'ythee pray Priam queen SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee there's Therfites thing thou art Troilus Trojan Troy villain What's yourſelf
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 85 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
עמוד 54 - Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
עמוד 66 - There is a mystery (with whom relation Durst never meddle) in the soul of state; Which hath an operation more divine, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to...
עמוד 84 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
עמוד 97 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
עמוד 64 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
עמוד 13 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
עמוד 50 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.
עמוד 88 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
עמוד 18 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!