The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Հատոր 2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Արդյունքներ 54–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
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... poor monster , fond as much on him ; And she , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ! As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
... poor monster , fond as much on him ; And she , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ! As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
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... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , 0 , where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave , To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in singing ...
... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , 0 , where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave , To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in singing ...
Էջ 53
... poor heart : So let me hear you speak . Vio . I pity you . Oli . That's a degree to love . Vio . No , not a grise ; for ' tis a vulgar proof , That very oft we pity enemies . Oli . Why , then , methinks , ' tis time to smile again : O ...
... poor heart : So let me hear you speak . Vio . I pity you . Oli . That's a degree to love . Vio . No , not a grise ; for ' tis a vulgar proof , That very oft we pity enemies . Oli . Why , then , methinks , ' tis time to smile again : O ...
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... poor heart of mine in thee . Seb . What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or else this is a dream : - Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep ; If it be thus to dream , still let me sleep ! Oli . Nay , come , I pr ...
... poor heart of mine in thee . Seb . What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or else this is a dream : - Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep ; If it be thus to dream , still let me sleep ! Oli . Nay , come , I pr ...
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bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father favour fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab Kath King lady leiger Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Marry master master constable mean mistress moon Moth musick never night pardon Pedro PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare signior sing Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing Thisby thou art thou hast Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word youth
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Էջ 100 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Էջ 37 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Էջ 5 - 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.
Էջ 365 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Էջ 127 - Alas ! alas ? Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgement, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made *°. Ang.
Էջ 251 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Էջ 146 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Էջ 322 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Էջ 408 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Էջ 445 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.