The Works of Shakespeare, כרך 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 6-10 מתוך 21
עמוד 188
... master ! Sure , Luciana , it is two o'clock . Luc . Perhaps , fome merchant hath invited him , And from the mart he's fomewhere gone to dinner : Good fifter , let us dine , and never fret . A man is mafter of his liberty : Time is their ...
... master ! Sure , Luciana , it is two o'clock . Luc . Perhaps , fome merchant hath invited him , And from the mart he's fomewhere gone to dinner : Good fifter , let us dine , and never fret . A man is mafter of his liberty : Time is their ...
עמוד 190
... master of my state . What ruins are in me , that can be found By him not ruin'd ? then , is he the ground Of my defeatures . My decayed fair A funny look of his would foon repair . But , But , too unruly deer , he breaks the pale 190 ...
... master of my state . What ruins are in me , that can be found By him not ruin'd ? then , is he the ground Of my defeatures . My decayed fair A funny look of his would foon repair . But , But , too unruly deer , he breaks the pale 190 ...
עמוד 198
... master , Say , he dines forth , and let no creature enter : Come , fifter ; Dromio , play the porter well . Ant . Am I in earth , in heaven , or in hell ? Sleeping or waking , mad or well advis'd ? Known unto these , and to myself ...
... master , Say , he dines forth , and let no creature enter : Come , fifter ; Dromio , play the porter well . Ant . Am I in earth , in heaven , or in hell ? Sleeping or waking , mad or well advis'd ? Known unto these , and to myself ...
עמוד 200
... master ftays in the street . S. Dro . Let him walk from whence he came , left he catch cold on's feet . E. Ant . Who talks within there ? hoa , open the door . S. Dro . Right , Sir , I'll tell you when , an you'll tell me wherefore , E ...
... master ftays in the street . S. Dro . Let him walk from whence he came , left he catch cold on's feet . E. Ant . Who talks within there ? hoa , open the door . S. Dro . Right , Sir , I'll tell you when , an you'll tell me wherefore , E ...
עמוד 201
... master in , Luce . Luce , Faith , no ; he comes too late And fo tell your master . E. Dro . O lord , I muft laugh ; Have at you with a Proverb . - Shall I fet in my staff ? Luce . Have at you with another ; that's when , cam you tell ...
... master in , Luce . Luce , Faith , no ; he comes too late And fo tell your master . E. Dro . O lord , I muft laugh ; Have at you with a Proverb . - Shall I fet in my staff ? Luce . Have at you with another ; that's when , cam you tell ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
עמוד 376 - 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 133 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
עמוד 407 - 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 97 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.