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 100–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... What shall I do ? say what ? what shall I do ? Pro . Go , make thyself like a nymph o ' the sea ; be subject To no sight but thine and mine ; invisible To every eye - ball else . Go , take this shape , And hither come in ' t : hence ...
... What shall I do ? say what ? what shall I do ? Pro . Go , make thyself like a nymph o ' the sea ; be subject To no sight but thine and mine ; invisible To every eye - ball else . Go , take this shape , And hither come in ' t : hence ...
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... What , all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes Seb . Well , I am standing water . Ant . I'll teach you how to flow . Seb . Do so : to ebb , Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : Hereditary sloth instructs me . I find They are ...
... What , all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes Seb . Well , I am standing water . Ant . I'll teach you how to flow . Seb . Do so : to ebb , Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : Hereditary sloth instructs me . I find They are ...
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... What is your name ? Mira . Miranda : -O my father , I have broke your ' hest to say so ! Admired Miranda ! Fer . Indeed , the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady | I have eyed with best regard ; and ...
... What is your name ? Mira . Miranda : -O my father , I have broke your ' hest to say so ! Admired Miranda ! Fer . Indeed , the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady | I have eyed with best regard ; and ...
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... What , shall these papers lie like tell - tales There shall he practise tilts and tournaments , here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie for ...
... What , shall these papers lie like tell - tales There shall he practise tilts and tournaments , here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie for ...
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... What's the unkindest tide ? Laun . Why , he that's ty'd here ; Crab , my dog . - thy master , lose thy service ; and ... what thou dar'st . Pan . Wil Laur - DE go ? mtol , I will go . SCENE IV . -- [ Exeunt . - Milan . A Room in the ...
... What's the unkindest tide ? Laun . Why , he that's ty'd here ; Crab , my dog . - thy master , lose thy service ; and ... what thou dar'st . Pan . Wil Laur - DE go ? mtol , I will go . SCENE IV . -- [ Exeunt . - Milan . A Room in the ...
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.