The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, כרך 3J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 7
עמוד 80
... Send for your daughter by your fervant here , My boy fhall fetch the fcrivener presently . The worst is this , that at fo flender warning You're like to have a thin and flender pittance . Bap . It likes me well . Go , Cambio , hie you ...
... Send for your daughter by your fervant here , My boy fhall fetch the fcrivener presently . The worst is this , that at fo flender warning You're like to have a thin and flender pittance . Bap . It likes me well . Go , Cambio , hie you ...
עמוד 147
... sent for , to deliver you . S. Ant . The fellow is diftract , and so am I , And here we wander in illusions ; Some blessed power deliver us from hence ! SCENE VI . Enter a Courtezan . Cour . Well met , well met , master Antipholis : I ...
... sent for , to deliver you . S. Ant . The fellow is diftract , and so am I , And here we wander in illusions ; Some blessed power deliver us from hence ! SCENE VI . Enter a Courtezan . Cour . Well met , well met , master Antipholis : I ...
עמוד 198
... fools ; I have brought Count Claudio , whom you sent me to feek . Pedro . Why , how now , Count , wl.erefore are you fad ? Claud . Not fad , my Lord . Pedro . How then ? fick ? Claud . Claud . Neither , my Lord . Beat . The 198 MUCH ADO.
... fools ; I have brought Count Claudio , whom you sent me to feek . Pedro . Why , how now , Count , wl.erefore are you fad ? Claud . Not fad , my Lord . Pedro . How then ? fick ? Claud . Claud . Neither , my Lord . Beat . The 198 MUCH ADO.
עמוד 388
... Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin , The main confents are had , and here we'll ftay To fee our widower's fecond marriage - day . Count . Which better than the first , O dear heav'n blefs . lour to appear artificial , Thus ...
... Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin , The main confents are had , and here we'll ftay To fee our widower's fecond marriage - day . Count . Which better than the first , O dear heav'n blefs . lour to appear artificial , Thus ...
עמוד 395
... Send for your ring , I will return it home , And give me mine again . Ber . I have it not . King . What ring was yours , I pray you ? Dia . Sir , much like the fame upon your finger . King . Know you this ring this ring was his of late ...
... Send for your ring , I will return it home , And give me mine again . Ber . I have it not . King . What ring was yours , I pray you ? Dia . Sir , much like the fame upon your finger . King . Know you this ring this ring was his of late ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
againſt anfwer Antipholis Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Coufin Count daughter doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband John Kate King King John knave lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art Tranio uſed villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 465 - 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 93 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
עמוד 457 - 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 499 - 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 456 - 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 361 - 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.