The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 53
עמוד 6
... himself . [ Looking on the jewel . Mer . ' Tis a good form . Jew . And rich ; here is a water , look ye . Pain . You're rapt , Sir , in fome work , fome dedication To the great Lord . Poet . A thing flipt idly from me . Our poefie is as ...
... himself . [ Looking on the jewel . Mer . ' Tis a good form . Jew . And rich ; here is a water , look ye . Pain . You're rapt , Sir , in fome work , fome dedication To the great Lord . Poet . A thing flipt idly from me . Our poefie is as ...
עמוד 7
... himself abhorr'd ; ev'n he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Moft rich in Timon's nod . Pain . I faw them fpeak together . Poet . I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd . The base o'th ...
... himself abhorr'd ; ev'n he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Moft rich in Timon's nod . Pain . I faw them fpeak together . Poet . I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd . The base o'th ...
עמוד 14
... himself : For he does neither affect company , Nor is he fit for it indeed . Apem . Let me ftay at thy peril , Timon : I come to ob ferve , I give thee warning on't . Tim . I take no heed of thee ; th ' art an Athenian , there- fore ...
... himself : For he does neither affect company , Nor is he fit for it indeed . Apem . Let me ftay at thy peril , Timon : I come to ob ferve , I give thee warning on't . Tim . I take no heed of thee ; th ' art an Athenian , there- fore ...
עמוד 29
... himself ! Has friendship fuch a faint and milky heart , It turns in less than two nights ? O you Gods ! I feel my mafter's paffion . This flavest Unto this hour has my Lord's meat in him : Why should it thrive , and come to nutriment ...
... himself ! Has friendship fuch a faint and milky heart , It turns in less than two nights ? O you Gods ! I feel my mafter's paffion . This flavest Unto this hour has my Lord's meat in him : Why should it thrive , and come to nutriment ...
עמוד 32
... himself by't ; and I cannot think , but in the end the policy of man will fet him clear . How fairly this Lord Arives not to appear foul ! takes virtuous copies to be wicked ? like like thofe that under hot ardent zeal , would set 32 ...
... himself by't ; and I cannot think , but in the end the policy of man will fet him clear . How fairly this Lord Arives not to appear foul ! takes virtuous copies to be wicked ? like like thofe that under hot ardent zeal , would set 32 ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Ægypt againſt Alcibiades anſwer Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beft blood Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafe Caffius Caius cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus death doft doth Enter Antony Eros Exeunt Exit faid farewel fear felf felves fent ferve fhall fhew fhould Flav foldier fome fool fortune fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch Fulvia fure fword give Gods hath hear heart himſelf honeft honour houſe i'th laft Lepidus Lord Lucilius Lucius Lucullus lyes Madam mafter Mark Antony Martius Menenius moft moſt muft muſt ne'er noble o'th Octavius peace pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Pompey pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſelf Senators ſhall ſpeak tell thee thefe themſelves there's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art Timon Titinius uſe Volfcians whofe
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 217 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on...
עמוד 179 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
עמוד 213 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am, to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? — O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
עמוד 198 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
עמוד 241 - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
עמוד 336 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
עמוד 222 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
עמוד 211 - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
עמוד 178 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
עמוד 328 - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.