The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 42
עמוד 8
... ; for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; Your precious felf had then not crofs'd the eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Oh ! Grace to boot ! Of Of this make no conclufion , let you fay Your The Winter's Tale .
... ; for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; Your precious felf had then not crofs'd the eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Oh ! Grace to boot ! Of Of this make no conclufion , let you fay Your The Winter's Tale .
עמוד 10
... fellow'ft nothings . Then ' tis very credent Thou may'ft co - join with fomething , and thou doft , And that beyond commiffion ; and I find it , • A leffon upon the horn at the death of the detr . A black dye being used in too great ...
... fellow'ft nothings . Then ' tis very credent Thou may'ft co - join with fomething , and thou doft , And that beyond commiffion ; and I find it , • A leffon upon the horn at the death of the detr . A black dye being used in too great ...
עמוד 20
... fellow ? Mam . No , I'll none of you . 1 Lady . Why , my fweet Lord . Mam . You'll kiss me hard , and speak to me as if I were a baby ftill ; I love you better . 2 Lady . And why fo , pray , my Lord ? Mam . Not for because Your brows ...
... fellow ? Mam . No , I'll none of you . 1 Lady . Why , my fweet Lord . Mam . You'll kiss me hard , and speak to me as if I were a baby ftill ; I love you better . 2 Lady . And why fo , pray , my Lord ? Mam . Not for because Your brows ...
עמוד 32
... fo ; The baftard - brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out go take it to the fire , For thou fett'd'ft on thy wife . Ant . I did not , Sir ' : The L The Lords , my noble fellows , if they 32 The Winter's Tale .
... fo ; The baftard - brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out go take it to the fire , For thou fett'd'ft on thy wife . Ant . I did not , Sir ' : The L The Lords , my noble fellows , if they 32 The Winter's Tale .
עמוד 33
... fellows , if they please , Can clear me in't . Lord . We can , my royal Liege , He is not guilty of her coming hither . Leo . You're liars all . Lord . ' Beseech your Highness , give us better credit . We've always truly ferv'd you ...
... fellows , if they please , Can clear me in't . Lord . We can , my royal Liege , He is not guilty of her coming hither . Leo . You're liars all . Lord . ' Beseech your Highness , give us better credit . We've always truly ferv'd you ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 313 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
עמוד 161 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
עמוד 270 - Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
עמוד 164 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
עמוד 103 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
עמוד 288 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
עמוד 161 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
עמוד 266 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
עמוד 270 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
עמוד 132 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...