The Works of Shakespeare, כרך 7Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 69
עמוד 40
... bear themselves ! As if allegiance in their bosoms sat , Crowned with faith and constant loyalty . Bed . The king hath note of all that they intend , By interception which they dream not of . Exe . Nay , but the man that was his ...
... bear themselves ! As if allegiance in their bosoms sat , Crowned with faith and constant loyalty . Bed . The king hath note of all that they intend , By interception which they dream not of . Exe . Nay , but the man that was his ...
עמוד 43
... bear the key of all my counsels , That knew'st the very bottom of my soul , That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold , Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use ! May it be possible , that foreign hire Could out of thee extract ...
... bear the key of all my counsels , That knew'st the very bottom of my soul , That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold , Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use ! May it be possible , that foreign hire Could out of thee extract ...
עמוד 46
... Bear them hence . [ Exeunt Cambridge , Scroop and Grey , guarded . Now , lords , for France ; the enterprise whereof Shall be to you , as us , like glorious . 158. for prevention , for having forestalled me . 159. rejoice , rejoice at ...
... Bear them hence . [ Exeunt Cambridge , Scroop and Grey , guarded . Now , lords , for France ; the enterprise whereof Shall be to you , as us , like glorious . 158. for prevention , for having forestalled me . 159. rejoice , rejoice at ...
עמוד 54
... bear our full intent Back to our brother England . Dau . For the Dauphin , I stand here for him : what to him from England ? Exe . Scorn and defiance ; slight regard , con- tempt , And any thing that may not misbecome The mighty sender ...
... bear our full intent Back to our brother England . Dau . For the Dauphin , I stand here for him : what to him from England ? Exe . Scorn and defiance ; slight regard , con- tempt , And any thing that may not misbecome The mighty sender ...
עמוד 79
... bears well . Dau . Me well ; which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress . Con . Nay , for methought yesterday your mis- tress shrewdly shook your back . Dau . So perhaps did yours . Con . Mine was not ...
... bears well . Dau . Me well ; which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular mistress . Con . Nay , for methought yesterday your mis- tress shrewdly shook your back . Dau . So perhaps did yours . Con . Mine was not ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Benvolio blood brother Capulet cardinal Cham Chiron dead dear death dost doth Duke emperor empress England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS fair father fear France French friar Gent gentle give Goths grace hand Harfleur hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry VIII Holinshed honour Juliet Kath Katharine king king's lady Lavinia live look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN Lucius madam majesty Mantua Marc Marcus married Mercutio never night noble Nurse Pist play pray prince queen Rome Romeo Romeo and Juliet Saturninus SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Tybalt unto villain wilt Wolsey word ΙΟ
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 101 - God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
עמוד 425 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
עמוד 424 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
עמוד 57 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war...
עמוד 435 - tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
עמוד 280 - With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her. She shall be lov'd and fear'd: her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbors.
עמוד 243 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
עמוד 58 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England! and saint George ! [Exeunt.
עמוד 218 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
עמוד 234 - s holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.