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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo Bast Benvolio better Blood Brabantio Brutus Caffio Capulet Casar Cask Clown Cyprus Daughter dead dear Death Desdemona dost thou doth e'er Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fair Farewel Father Fool Fortune Friar Lawrence Friends Gentleman give Gods Hamlet Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n hither honest Honour i'th is't Jago Juliet Kent King Knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear Lise live look Lord Love Macb Macbeth Macd Madam Mercutio morrow Murther never Night noble o'th Othello Pleb Polonius poor pray prethee Queen Rodorigo Romeo SCENE sear shew sirst Soul speak stand sweet Sword tÆmil tell Thane thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Tybalt Villain weep What's wilt Wise word
עמוד cxxv - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
עמוד 135 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
עמוד 85 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
עמוד c - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable ; What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not, That made them do it ; they are wise and honourable ; And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
עמוד i - Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
עמוד 175 - I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
עמוד 31 - 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!
עמוד 136 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!