The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic. Wanting pp |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 6-10 מתוך 100
עמוד 43
... give thee . Jul . O me , unhappy ! Pro . Look to the boy . Val . Why , boy ! why , wag ! how now ? what is the matter ? Look up ; speak . [ Faints . Jul . O good sir , my master charg'd me To deliver a ring to madam Silvia ; Which , out ...
... give thee . Jul . O me , unhappy ! Pro . Look to the boy . Val . Why , boy ! why , wag ! how now ? what is the matter ? Look up ; speak . [ Faints . Jul . O good sir , my master charg'd me To deliver a ring to madam Silvia ; Which , out ...
עמוד 51
... give me some counsel Mrs. Page . What's the matter , woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour ! Mrs. Page . Hang the trifle , woman ; take the honour : What is it ? -dispense ...
... give me some counsel Mrs. Page . What's the matter , woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour ! Mrs. Page . Hang the trifle , woman ; take the honour : What is it ? -dispense ...
עמוד 54
... Give fire ; she is my prize , or ocean whelm [ Exit PISTOL . Fal . Say'st thou so , old Jack ? go thy ways ; I'll make more of thy old body than I have done . Will they yet look after thee ? Wilt thou , after the expense of so much ...
... Give fire ; she is my prize , or ocean whelm [ Exit PISTOL . Fal . Say'st thou so , old Jack ? go thy ways ; I'll make more of thy old body than I have done . Will they yet look after thee ? Wilt thou , after the expense of so much ...
עמוד 55
... give me so much of woman ! my bed shall be abused , my coffers your time in exchange of it , as to lay an amiable ransacked , my reputation gnawn at ; and 1 siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife : use shall not only receive this ...
... give me so much of woman ! my bed shall be abused , my coffers your time in exchange of it , as to lay an amiable ransacked , my reputation gnawn at ; and 1 siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife : use shall not only receive this ...
עמוד 57
... gives me the potions , and the motions . Shall lose my parson ? my priest ? my sir Hugh ? no he gives me the proverbs and the no - verbs . do - Give me thy hand , terrestrial ; so Give me thy hand , celestial ; so : -Boys of art , -I ...
... gives me the potions , and the motions . Shall lose my parson ? my priest ? my sir Hugh ? no he gives me the proverbs and the no - verbs . do - Give me thy hand , terrestrial ; so Give me thy hand , celestial ; so : -Boys of art , -I ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
art thou better Biron blood Boling Boyet brother Cassio Claud Claudio comes daughter dear death Desdemona dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Iago Isab John Kath Kent king knave lady Laertes lago Laun Lear Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Othello pardon Pedro Petruchio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Proteus Queen Re-enter SCENE signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio true villain What's wife woman word
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 230 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
עמוד vi - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
עמוד 217 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
עמוד 207 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
עמוד 6 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
עמוד 207 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million : laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
עמוד 1 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
עמוד 8 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
עמוד 226 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.