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 31
עמוד 421
... Faulc . Here the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead ...
... Faulc . Here the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead ...
עמוד 426
... Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe ! ) K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well born bloods as thofe-- Faul . ( Some baftards too ! ) K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradict his claim . Cit . Till ...
... Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe ! ) K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well born bloods as thofe-- Faul . ( Some baftards too ! ) K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradict his claim . Cit . Till ...
עמוד 427
... Faulc . Saint George , that fwing'd the dragon , and e'er fince Sits on his horfeback at mine hoftefs ' door , Teach ... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the Lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain ! where we'll fet forth In best ...
... Faulc . Saint George , that fwing'd the dragon , and e'er fince Sits on his horfeback at mine hoftefs ' door , Teach ... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the Lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain ! where we'll fet forth In best ...
עמוד 429
... Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , -how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with fteel The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
... Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , -how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with fteel The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
עמוד 431
... Faulc . And if thou haft the mettle of a King , Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town , Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery , As we will ours , against these fawcy walls ; And when that we have dash'd them to the ground , Why ...
... Faulc . And if thou haft the mettle of a King , Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town , Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery , As we will ours , against these fawcy walls ; And when that we have dash'd them to the ground , Why ...
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.