The Works of Shakespeare, כרך 7Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 40
עמוד 10
... master presence , which made the handful of worn - out men a weapon of adamant against the serried ranks of chivalry : - A largess universal like the sun His liberal eye doth give to every one , Thawing cold fear , that mean and gentle ...
... master presence , which made the handful of worn - out men a weapon of adamant against the serried ranks of chivalry : - A largess universal like the sun His liberal eye doth give to every one , Thawing cold fear , that mean and gentle ...
עמוד 13
... master of words and of thoughts , who had shown himself so easily equal to every situation of statecraft and war , should become so obviously the bluff , plain soldier in his wooing . In these scenes we return within a measurable ...
... master of words and of thoughts , who had shown himself so easily equal to every situation of statecraft and war , should become so obviously the bluff , plain soldier in his wooing . In these scenes we return within a measurable ...
עמוד 30
... master Says that you savour too much of your youth , And bids you be advised there's nought in France That can be with a nimble galliard won ; You cannot revel into dukedoms there . He therefore sends you , meeter for your spirit , This ...
... master Says that you savour too much of your youth , And bids you be advised there's nought in France That can be with a nimble galliard won ; You cannot revel into dukedoms there . He therefore sends you , meeter for your spirit , This ...
עמוד 38
... master , and you , hostess : he is very sick , and would to bed . Good Bardolph , put thy face between his sheets , and do the office of a warm- ing - pan . Faith , he's very ill . Bard . Away , you rogue ! Host . By my troth , he'll ...
... master , and you , hostess : he is very sick , and would to bed . Good Bardolph , put thy face between his sheets , and do the office of a warm- ing - pan . Faith , he's very ill . Bard . Away , you rogue ! Host . By my troth , he'll ...
עמוד 74
... the Duke of 80. new - tuned , to a new tune ; new - fangled . 84. slanders of , scandals to . 90. speak with him from , bring him news from ( i.e. of ) . Exeter is master of the pridge : I can tell 74 King Henry the Fifth ACT III.
... the Duke of 80. new - tuned , to a new tune ; new - fangled . 84. slanders of , scandals to . 90. speak with him from , bring him news from ( i.e. of ) . Exeter is master of the pridge : I can tell 74 King Henry the Fifth ACT III.
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus bear behold 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 Farewell 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 Montague 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
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 28 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
עמוד 441 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
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 426 - 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 437 - 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?
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 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 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.
עמוד 481 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.