The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, المجلد 1G. Bell, 1879 |
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... tell me what I am ; but stopp'd , And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet .'- Pro . The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before ...
... tell me what I am ; but stopp'd , And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet .'- Pro . The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before ...
الصفحة 14
... tell me , If this might be a brother . Mira . I should sin To think but15 nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This king of Naples , being an enemy To me inveterate , hearkens my brother's ...
... tell me , If this might be a brother . Mira . I should sin To think but15 nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This king of Naples , being an enemy To me inveterate , hearkens my brother's ...
الصفحة 47
... tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell who's your friend : open your chaps again . Trin . I should know that voice . It should be- But he is drowned ; and these are devils : O ! de- fend me ! - Ste . Four legs , and two voices ...
... tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell who's your friend : open your chaps again . Trin . I should know that voice . It should be- But he is drowned ; and these are devils : O ! de- fend me ! - Ste . Four legs , and two voices ...
الصفحة 110
... tell - tales 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 13 catching cold . Jul . I see you have a month's mind 14 to them . Luc . Ay ...
... tell - tales 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 13 catching cold . Jul . I see you have a month's mind 14 to them . Luc . Ay ...
الصفحة 111
... Tell me , Panthino , what sad1 talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? Pant . ' Twas of his nephew Proteus , your son . Ant . Why , what of him ? Pant . He wonder'd , that your lordship Would suffer him to spend ...
... Tell me , Panthino , what sad1 talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? Pant . ' Twas of his nephew Proteus , your son . Ant . Why , what of him ? Pant . He wonder'd , that your lordship Would suffer him to spend ...
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الصفحة 60 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
الصفحة 82 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
الصفحة 45 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
الصفحة 367 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
الصفحة 24 - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me : would'st give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
الصفحة cix - Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James...
الصفحة 81 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
الصفحة 294 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
الصفحة xli - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
الصفحة cvii - Above th' ill fortune of them or the need. I, therefore, will begin. Soul of the Age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise. I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie...