The Works of William Shakespeare, כרך 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 90
עמוד 23
... Exeunt . 1 Serv . My lord , you nod ; you do not mind the play . Sly . Yes , by saint Anne , do I. A good matter , sure- ly ; Comes there any more of it ? Page . My lord , ' tis but begun . Sly . ' Tis a very excellent piece of work ...
... Exeunt . 1 Serv . My lord , you nod ; you do not mind the play . Sly . Yes , by saint Anne , do I. A good matter , sure- ly ; Comes there any more of it ? Page . My lord , ' tis but begun . Sly . ' Tis a very excellent piece of work ...
עמוד 30
... Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE 1. - The same . A Room in BAPTISTA's House . En- ter KATHARINA and BIANCA . Bianca . GOOD sister , wrong me not , nor wrong yourself , To make a bondmaid and a slave of me ; That I disdain : but for these other ...
... Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE 1. - The same . A Room in BAPTISTA's House . En- ter KATHARINA and BIANCA . Bianca . GOOD sister , wrong me not , nor wrong yourself , To make a bondmaid and a slave of me ; That I disdain : but for these other ...
עמוד 51
... Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I. — A Hall in PETRUCHIO's Country House . Enter GRUMIO . Grumio . FIE , fie , on all tired jades ! on all mad masters ! and all foul ways ! Was ever man so beaten ? was ever man so rayed3 ? was ever man so weary ...
... Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I. — A Hall in PETRUCHIO's Country House . Enter GRUMIO . Grumio . FIE , fie , on all tired jades ! on all mad masters ! and all foul ways ! Was ever man so beaten ? was ever man so rayed3 ? was ever man so weary ...
עמוד 56
... Exeunt . Pet . Thus have I politicly begun my reign , And ' tis my hope to end successfully : My falcon now is sharp , and passing empty ; And , till she stoop , she must not be full - gorg❜d , For then she never looks upon her lure ...
... Exeunt . Pet . Thus have I politicly begun my reign , And ' tis my hope to end successfully : My falcon now is sharp , and passing empty ; And , till she stoop , she must not be full - gorg❜d , For then she never looks upon her lure ...
עמוד 70
... Exeunt Luc . BIAN . and BIONDELLO . Gre . I marvel , Cambio comes not all this while . Enter PETRUCHIO , KATHARINA , VINCENTIO , and Attendants . Pet . Sir , here's the door , this is Lucentio's house , My father's bears more toward the ...
... Exeunt Luc . BIAN . and BIONDELLO . Gre . I marvel , Cambio comes not all this while . Enter PETRUCHIO , KATHARINA , VINCENTIO , and Attendants . Pet . Sir , here's the door , this is Lucentio's house , My father's bears more toward the ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Antigonus Autolycus Banquo Baptista BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Clown Count daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool friends Gent gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria is't JOHNS JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Lady MACBETH Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid Malvolio marry master mean mistress never noble Padua Petruchio pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspeare Shep signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH speak STEEV swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Tranio WARB weird sisters What's wife Witch word
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 41 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
עמוד 58 - 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 ! O, these I lack.
עמוד 23 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
עמוד 26 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
עמוד 29 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
עמוד 22 - 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.
עמוד 21 - To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
עמוד 46 - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
עמוד 25 - 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.
עמוד 57 - 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.