The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, כרך 3Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 80
עמוד 4
... lady mourns at his disease : Pursuade him that he hath been lunatic ; And , when he says he is , say , that he dreams , For he is nothing but a mighty lord . This do , and do it kindly , gentle sirs ; It will be pastime passing ...
... lady mourns at his disease : Pursuade him that he hath been lunatic ; And , when he says he is , say , that he dreams , For he is nothing but a mighty lord . This do , and do it kindly , gentle sirs ; It will be pastime passing ...
עמוד 6
... lady : That done , conduct him to the drunkard's chamber , And call him - madam , do him obeisance , Tell him from me ( as he will win my love ) , He bear himself with honourable action , Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies Unto ...
... lady : That done , conduct him to the drunkard's chamber , And call him - madam , do him obeisance , Tell him from me ( as he will win my love ) , He bear himself with honourable action , Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies Unto ...
עמוד 7
... lady mourn . 2 Serv . O , this it is that makes your servants droop . Lord . Hence comes it that your kindred shun your house , As beaten hence by your strange lunacy . O , noble lord , bethink thee of thy birth ; Call home thy ancient ...
... lady mourn . 2 Serv . O , this it is that makes your servants droop . Lord . Hence comes it that your kindred shun your house , As beaten hence by your strange lunacy . O , noble lord , bethink thee of thy birth ; Call home thy ancient ...
עמוד 8
... lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age . 1 Serv . And , till the tears that she hath shed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the fairest creature in the world ; And yet she is ...
... lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age . 1 Serv . And , till the tears that she hath shed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the fairest creature in the world ; And yet she is ...
עמוד 9
... lady hither to our sight ; And once again , a pot o'the smallest ale . [ hands ? 2 Serv . Will't please your mightiness to wash your [ Servants present an Ewer , Bason , and Napkin . 0 , how we joy to see your wit restor❜d ! O , that ...
... lady hither to our sight ; And once again , a pot o'the smallest ale . [ hands ? 2 Serv . Will't please your mightiness to wash your [ Servants present an Ewer , Bason , and Napkin . 0 , how we joy to see your wit restor❜d ! O , that ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Antigonus Antipholus art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Baptista Bast bear Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin daughter death dost doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance friends Gaunt gentleman give Gremio grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Hubert husband i'the John Kate Kath king KING JOHN Lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam majesty master mistress never noble Northumberland o'the Padua PANDULPH pardon peace Petruchio Polixenes pray prince queen Rich Rosse SCENE Servant shalt shame Shep signior sorrow soul speak sweet tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife Witch word
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 15 - 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 13 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
עמוד 16 - Was the hope drunk 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 22 - Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
עמוד 50 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
עמוד 47 - What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love...
עמוד 56 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
עמוד 13 - The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you...
עמוד 22 - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of War, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
עמוד 23 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm...