The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Արդյունքներ 5–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 151
... Swords , any thing , he cares not , an the devil come to him , it's all one ; by godflid , it does ones heart good . Yonder comes Paris , yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder , neice , is't not a gallant man too , is't not ? why , this ...
... Swords , any thing , he cares not , an the devil come to him , it's all one ; by godflid , it does ones heart good . Yonder comes Paris , yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder , neice , is't not a gallant man too , is't not ? why , this ...
Էջ 163
... swords and bows Directive by the limbs . Ulyf . Give pardon to my speech ; Therefore ' tis fit Achilles meet not Hector . Let us , like merchants , fhe our fouleft wares , And think perchance they'll fell ; if not , why still The luftre ...
... swords and bows Directive by the limbs . Ulyf . Give pardon to my speech ; Therefore ' tis fit Achilles meet not Hector . Let us , like merchants , fhe our fouleft wares , And think perchance they'll fell ; if not , why still The luftre ...
Էջ 223
... sword Falling on Diomede . Ther . He'll tickle it for his concupy . Troi . O Creffid ! O false Creffid ! false , falfe , false ! Let all untruths ftand by thy stained name , And they'll feem glorious . Ulyf . O , contain your self ...
... sword Falling on Diomede . Ther . He'll tickle it for his concupy . Troi . O Creffid ! O false Creffid ! false , falfe , false ! Let all untruths ftand by thy stained name , And they'll feem glorious . Ulyf . O , contain your self ...
Էջ 238
... swords in hand . For which their father , ( Then old and fond of iffue ) took fuch forrow That he quit being ; and his gentle Lady Big of this gentleman , our theme , deceas'd , As he was born . The King , he takes the babe To his ...
... swords in hand . For which their father , ( Then old and fond of iffue ) took fuch forrow That he quit being ; and his gentle Lady Big of this gentleman , our theme , deceas'd , As he was born . The King , he takes the babe To his ...
Էջ 326
... sword drawn , foam'd at the mouth , and swore : á If I discover'd not which way she went It was my instant death . By accidental od dal I had a feigned letter of my mafter's Then in my pocket , which directed her To feek him on the ...
... sword drawn , foam'd at the mouth , and swore : á If I discover'd not which way she went It was my instant death . By accidental od dal I had a feigned letter of my mafter's Then in my pocket , which directed her To feek him on the ...
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The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto ... William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1747 |
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Baffianus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear felf fervice fhall fhew fhould fight flain fleep fome fons forrow foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword Goths Guiderius hand hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft muft muſt Neft noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Rome Saturnine SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Trojan Ulyf what's whofe Witch
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Էջ 191 - 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...
Էջ 206 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Էջ 83 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Էջ 91 - What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Էջ 85 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Էջ 111 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog...
Էջ 106 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Էջ 103 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Էջ 127 - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
Էջ 91 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.