The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, 1740 |
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תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד 7
... lady , you must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . ( 2 ) If the living be Enemy to the Grief , the Excefs makes it foon mertal . ] This feems very obfcure ; but the Addition of a Ne- gative perfectly dispels ...
... lady , you must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . ( 2 ) If the living be Enemy to the Grief , the Excefs makes it foon mertal . ] This feems very obfcure ; but the Addition of a Ne- gative perfectly dispels ...
עמוד 18
... Lady ; Fortune was no Goddess , fhe faid , for one Reafon ; Love , no God , for another ; what could She then more naturally fubjoin , than as I have amended in the Text ? Diana , no Queen of Virgins , that would fuffer her poor Knight ...
... Lady ; Fortune was no Goddess , fhe faid , for one Reafon ; Love , no God , for another ; what could She then more naturally fubjoin , than as I have amended in the Text ? Diana , no Queen of Virgins , that would fuffer her poor Knight ...
עמוד 20
... Lady fhould say no more than this : " I now find the Mystery of your creeping into Corners , and weeping , and pining in fecret . " For this Rea- fon I have amended the Text , Loneliness . The Steward , in the foregoing Scene , where he ...
... Lady fhould say no more than this : " I now find the Mystery of your creeping into Corners , and weeping , and pining in fecret . " For this Rea- fon I have amended the Text , Loneliness . The Steward , in the foregoing Scene , where he ...
עמוד 42
... lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
... lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
עמוד 49
... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would . Count . Why should he be kill'd ? Cle . So fay I , Madam , if he run away ...
... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would . Count . Why should he be kill'd ? Cle . So fay I , Madam , if he run away ...
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 70 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
עמוד 137 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
עמוד 384 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
עמוד 295 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
עמוד 384 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
עמוד 283 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
עמוד 101 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
עמוד 419 - 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.