The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 15
... Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift , Or , whilst I can vent clamor from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance , hear me ! -- Since thou ...
... Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift , Or , whilst I can vent clamor from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance , hear me ! -- Since thou ...
الصفحة 77
... kill vermin . Lear . Let me ask you one word in private . Kent . Impórtune him once more to go , my lord ; His wits begin to unsettle.2 1 " The names of other punie spirits cast out of Twyford were these : Hilco , Smolkin , Hillio ...
... kill vermin . Lear . Let me ask you one word in private . Kent . Impórtune him once more to go , my lord ; His wits begin to unsettle.2 1 " The names of other punie spirits cast out of Twyford were these : Hilco , Smolkin , Hillio ...
الصفحة 83
... Killed with Kindness . 1 Sessa ; this word occurs before in the fourth scene of this act . It is spelled sessey in both places in the old copy . The same word occurs in the Induction to the Taming of the Shrew , where it is spelled ...
... Killed with Kindness . 1 Sessa ; this word occurs before in the fourth scene of this act . It is spelled sessey in both places in the old copy . The same word occurs in the Induction to the Taming of the Shrew , where it is spelled ...
الصفحة 90
... kill us for their sport . Edg . How should this be ? - Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow , 1 Mean is here put for our moderate or mean conditions . It was some- times the practice of the Poet's age to use the plural , when ...
... kill us for their sport . Edg . How should this be ? - Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow , 1 Mean is here put for our moderate or mean conditions . It was some- times the practice of the Poet's age to use the plural , when ...
الصفحة 108
... kill , kill , kill , kill , kill , kill.o Enter a Gentleman , with Attendants . Gent . O , here he is ; lay hand upon him . - Sir , Your most dear daughter- Lear . No rescue ? What , a prisoner ? I am even The natural fool of fortune ...
... kill , kill , kill , kill , kill , kill.o Enter a Gentleman , with Attendants . Gent . O , here he is ; lay hand upon him . - Sir , Your most dear daughter- Lear . No rescue ? What , a prisoner ? I am even The natural fool of fortune ...
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art thou Benvolio blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder never night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife word
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الصفحة 306 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
الصفحة 208 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
الصفحة 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
الصفحة 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
الصفحة 72 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
الصفحة 13 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
الصفحة 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
الصفحة 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
الصفحة 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
الصفحة 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...