Works, כרך 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 67
עמוד 3
William Shakespeare. Helena ; go to , no more ; left it be rather thought you affect a forrow , than to have it . Hel ... thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . of Laf . Farewell ...
William Shakespeare. Helena ; go to , no more ; left it be rather thought you affect a forrow , than to have it . Hel ... thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . of Laf . Farewell ...
עמוד 9
... thoughts , than on his tomb ;. So in approof lives not his epitaph * , As in your royal speech . King , Would I were with him ! he would always fay , ( Methinks I hear him now ; his plaufive words He fcatter'd not in ears , but grafted ...
... thoughts , than on his tomb ;. So in approof lives not his epitaph * , As in your royal speech . King , Would I were with him ! he would always fay , ( Methinks I hear him now ; his plaufive words He fcatter'd not in ears , but grafted ...
עמוד 12
... thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftranger fenfe . Her matter was , the lov'd your fon : Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had put such difference betwixt their two eftates ; Love , no god , that would not ...
... thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftranger fenfe . Her matter was , the lov'd your fon : Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had put such difference betwixt their two eftates ; Love , no god , that would not ...
עמוד 13
... thought them none . Her eye is fick on't ; I obferve her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother to you . Hel . Mine honourable Mistress . Count . Nay , a mother . Why not a mother ? when I ...
... thought them none . Her eye is fick on't ; I obferve her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother to you . Hel . Mine honourable Mistress . Count . Nay , a mother . Why not a mother ? when I ...
עמוד 15
... , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been abfent then . Count . But think you , Helen , B 2 If If you fhould tender your fuppofed * aid , He Sc . 7 . E ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 15.
... , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been abfent then . Count . But think you , Helen , B 2 If If you fhould tender your fuppofed * aid , He Sc . 7 . E ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 15.
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againſt anfwer Antigonus Antipholis Arth Bithynia blood Camillo Cleomenes Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge fear feems fent fervice fhall fhew fhould fifter fince firft firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrong fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe Hubert huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand whofe wife worfe yourſelf
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 324 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
עמוד 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
עמוד 324 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
עמוד 330 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
עמוד 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.