The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Հատոր 2Jewett, 1857 |
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Արդյունքներ 6–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 173
... Pompey . Escal . What else ? Clo . Bum , sir . Escal . ' Troth , and your bum is the greatest thing about you ; so that , in the beastliest sense , you are Pompey the great . Pompey , you are partly a bawd , Pompey , howsoever you color ...
... Pompey . Escal . What else ? Clo . Bum , sir . Escal . ' Troth , and your bum is the greatest thing about you ; so that , in the beastliest sense , you are Pompey the great . Pompey , you are partly a bawd , Pompey , howsoever you color ...
Էջ 184
... Pompey ? ha ? Elb . Come your ways , sir ; come . Clo . You will not bail me then , sir ? Lucio . Then , Pompey ? nor now . abroad , friar ? What news ? - Elb . Come your ways , sir ; come . Lucio . Go to kennel , Pompey , go . - What ...
... Pompey ? ha ? Elb . Come your ways , sir ; come . Clo . You will not bail me then , sir ? Lucio . Then , Pompey ? nor now . abroad , friar ? What news ? - Elb . Come your ways , sir ; come . Lucio . Go to kennel , Pompey , go . - What ...
Էջ 436
... Pompey the great ; the page , Hercules . Arm . Pardon , sir , error : he is not quantity Arm . At your sweet pleasure , for the moun- enough for that worthy's thumb : he is not so big tain . as the end of his club . Kath . You'll mar ...
... Pompey the great ; the page , Hercules . Arm . Pardon , sir , error : he is not quantity Arm . At your sweet pleasure , for the moun- enough for that worthy's thumb : he is not so big tain . as the end of his club . Kath . You'll mar ...
Էջ 445
... Pompey am , Pompey surnamed the big ; Dum . The great . Cost . It is great , sir ; Pompey surnamed the great : That oft in field , with targe and shield , did make my foe to sweat : Arm . That's all one , my fair , my sweet , honey ...
... Pompey am , Pompey surnamed the big ; Dum . The great . Cost . It is great , sir ; Pompey surnamed the great : That oft in field , with targe and shield , did make my foe to sweat : Arm . That's all one , my fair , my sweet , honey ...
Էջ 446
... Pompey . Enter HOLOFERNES , armed , for Judas , and MoтH , armed , for Hercules . HOLOFERNES . Great Hercules is presented by this imp , Whose club killed Cerberus , that three - headed canus ; And , when he was a babe , a child , a ...
... Pompey . Enter HOLOFERNES , armed , for Judas , and MoтH , armed , for Hercules . HOLOFERNES . Great Hercules is presented by this imp , Whose club killed Cerberus , that three - headed canus ; And , when he was a babe , a child , a ...
Common terms and phrases
1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
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Էջ 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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.
Էջ 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.