The Plays, כרך 4Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 31
עמוד 3
... shame us , we will be justified in our loves ; for , indeed , — Cam . ' Beseech you , - Arch . Verily , I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge : we cannot with such magnificence - in so rare - I know not what to say.- We will give ...
... shame us , we will be justified in our loves ; for , indeed , — Cam . ' Beseech you , - Arch . Verily , I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge : we cannot with such magnificence - in so rare - I know not what to say.- We will give ...
עמוד 30
... shame on't in himself ; Threw off his spirit , his appetite , his sleep , And downright languish'd . - Leave me solely * : — go , See how he fares . [ Exit Attend . ] - Fye , fye ! no thought of him ; — The very thought of my revenges ...
... shame on't in himself ; Threw off his spirit , his appetite , his sleep , And downright languish'd . - Leave me solely * : — go , See how he fares . [ Exit Attend . ] - Fye , fye ! no thought of him ; — The very thought of my revenges ...
עמוד 40
... shame , ( Those of your fact † are so ) , so past all truth : Which to deny , concerns more than avails : For as Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No father owning it ( which is , indeed , More criminal in thee , than it ) ...
... shame , ( Those of your fact † are so ) , so past all truth : Which to deny , concerns more than avails : For as Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No father owning it ( which is , indeed , More criminal in thee , than it ) ...
עמוד 44
... my queen , and son : One grave shall be for both ; upon them shall The causes of their death appear , unto Our shame perpetual : Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie ; and tears , shed 44 [ ACT III . WINTER'S TALE .
... my queen , and son : One grave shall be for both ; upon them shall The causes of their death appear , unto Our shame perpetual : Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie ; and tears , shed 44 [ ACT III . WINTER'S TALE .
עמוד 63
... shame you to give him again . Clo . Is there no manners left among maids ? will they wear their plackets , where they should bear their faces ? Is there not milking - time , when you are going to - bed , or kiln - holet , to whistle off ...
... shame you to give him again . Clo . Is there no manners left among maids ? will they wear their plackets , where they should bear their faces ? Is there not milking - time , when you are going to - bed , or kiln - holet , to whistle off ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Antigonus Antipholus Arth Arthur attendants Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath brother Camillo Cawdor chain Cleomenes Const dead death deed didst Doct doth Dromio Duke England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France gentle give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hubert husband i'the James Gurney King John Lady Lady Macbeth Leon Leontes liege look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty master Melun mistress never noble o'er o'the Pand Pandulph Paul Paulina peace poison'd Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rosse SCENE shame Shep Sicilia Siward sleep soul speak swear sweet Syracusan Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue villain wife Witch
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 59 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
עמוד 231 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
עמוד 181 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going, And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth...
עמוד 209 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble ; Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
עמוד 323 - 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.
עמוד 199 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! — Light thickens ; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
עמוד 170 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
עמוד 286 - 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.
עמוד 178 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off: And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast...
עמוד 223 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers ; and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.