The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 6-10 מתוך 58
עמוד 73
... Pray you , content you . Troi . What offends you , lady ? Cre . Sir , mine own company . Troi . You cannot fhun yourself . Cre . Let me go and try : I have a kind of felf refides with you ; But an unkind felf , that itfelf will leave ...
... Pray you , content you . Troi . What offends you , lady ? Cre . Sir , mine own company . Troi . You cannot fhun yourself . Cre . Let me go and try : I have a kind of felf refides with you ; But an unkind felf , that itfelf will leave ...
עמוד 96
... Pray you , come in ; [ Knock . I would not for half Troy have you feen here . [ Exeunt . Pan . Who's there ? what's the matter ? will you beat down the door ? how now ? what's the matter ? Enter Æneas . Ene . Good - morrow , lord , good ...
... Pray you , come in ; [ Knock . I would not for half Troy have you feen here . [ Exeunt . Pan . Who's there ? what's the matter ? will you beat down the door ? how now ? what's the matter ? Enter Æneas . Ene . Good - morrow , lord , good ...
עמוד 116
... you to be odd with him . Het . I pray you , let us fee you in the fields : We have had pelting wars fince you refus'd The Grecians ' caufe . 2 Achil Achil . Doft thou intreat me , Hector ? To 116 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA :
... you to be odd with him . Het . I pray you , let us fee you in the fields : We have had pelting wars fince you refus'd The Grecians ' caufe . 2 Achil Achil . Doft thou intreat me , Hector ? To 116 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA :
עמוד 124
... pray you , Left your difpleasure should enlarge itself To wrathful terms . This place is dangerous ; The time right deadly . I befeech you , go . Troi . Behold , I pray you ! - her cliff ] That is , her key . Clef , French . JOHNSON ...
... pray you , Left your difpleasure should enlarge itself To wrathful terms . This place is dangerous ; The time right deadly . I befeech you , go . Troi . Behold , I pray you ! - her cliff ] That is , her key . Clef , French . JOHNSON ...
עמוד 125
... pray you , ftay . By hell , and by hell's torments , I will not speak a word . Dio . And fo , good night . Cre . Nay , but you part in anger ? Troi . Doth that grieve thee ? O wither'd truth ! Ulyff . Why , how now , lord ? Troi . By ...
... pray you , ftay . By hell , and by hell's torments , I will not speak a word . Dio . And fo , good night . Cre . Nay , but you part in anger ? Troi . Doth that grieve thee ? O wither'd truth ! Ulyff . Why , how now , lord ? Troi . By ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer better Calchas Clot Cloten Cordelia Creffida Cymbeline daughter defire Diomed doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fame father feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies firft flain folio fome fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glo'fter gods Gonerill Guiderius HANMER hath heart Hector himſelf honour Iach Iachimo Imogen itſelf JOHNSON Kent king lady laft Lear lefs Lidgate lord mafter means Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft Neftor Neoptolemus night paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam purpoſe quarto quarto reads queen reafon Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEV STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Ulyffes uſed WARB WARBURTON whofe word
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 317 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
עמוד 464 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
עמוד 30 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
עמוד 392 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
עמוד 392 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
עמוד 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
עמוד 84 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
עמוד 453 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
עמוד 334 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
עמוד 84 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...