CymbelineJames Forsyth, Leadenhall Street, and John Greig, High Street, Edinburgh, 1811 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 81
עמוד 5
... tell Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent . His only child . me , He had two sons ; ( if this be worth your hearing , Mark it , ) the eldest of them at three years old , I'the swathing clothes the other , from their nursery Were ...
... tell Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent . His only child . me , He had two sons ; ( if this be worth your hearing , Mark it , ) the eldest of them at three years old , I'the swathing clothes the other , from their nursery Were ...
עמוד 12
... tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours , Such thoughts , and such ; or I could make him swear , The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest , and his honour ; or have charg'd him , At the sixth hour of morn , at ...
... tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours , Such thoughts , and such ; or I could make him swear , The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest , and his honour ; or have charg'd him , At the sixth hour of morn , at ...
עמוד 20
... tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he cannot , nor Continue where he is : to shift his being , Is to exchange one ...
... tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he cannot , nor Continue where he is : to shift his being , Is to exchange one ...
עמוד 37
... in Europe . I do think , I saw't this morning : confident I am , Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it : I hope it be not gone , to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he . Pis . ' Twill not be lost . Imo . SCENE III . 37 CYMBELINE .
... in Europe . I do think , I saw't this morning : confident I am , Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it : I hope it be not gone , to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he . Pis . ' Twill not be lost . Imo . SCENE III . 37 CYMBELINE .
עמוד 49
... tell me How far ' tis thither . If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? —Then , true Pisanio , ( Who long'st , like me , to see thy lord ; who long'st , - O , let me ' bate , -but not like ...
... tell me How far ' tis thither . If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? —Then , true Pisanio , ( Who long'st , like me , to see thy lord ; who long'st , - O , let me ' bate , -but not like ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth duke of Cornwall Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS villain
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 81 - Sc. 2. no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
עמוד 378 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
עמוד 352 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
עמוד 307 - This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars...
עמוד 382 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above : But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption ; — fie, fie, fie ! pah, pah ! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination : there's money for thee.
עמוד 297 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night : By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be : Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
עמוד 296 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
עמוד 33 - SONG Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus gins arise His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise, arise.
עמוד 378 - ... down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
עמוד 390 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.