William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, المجلد 2S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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الصفحة 4
... Cæsar , or bright- Enter a Messenger . Mess . My honourable lords , health to you all ! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France , Of loss , of slaughter , and discomfiture : Guienne , Champaigne , Rheims , Orleans , Paris , Guysors ...
... Cæsar , or bright- Enter a Messenger . Mess . My honourable lords , health to you all ! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France , Of loss , of slaughter , and discomfiture : Guienne , Champaigne , Rheims , Orleans , Paris , Guysors ...
الصفحة 6
... Cæsar and his fortune bare at once . Char . Was Mahomet inspired with a dove ? Thou with an eagle art inspired then . Helen , the mother of great Constantine , Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters , 2 were like thee . Bright star of Venus ...
... Cæsar and his fortune bare at once . Char . Was Mahomet inspired with a dove ? Thou with an eagle art inspired then . Helen , the mother of great Constantine , Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters , 2 were like thee . Bright star of Venus ...
الصفحة 46
... Cæsar ; savage islanders , ' Pompey the great ; and Suffolk dies by pirates . [ Exeunt Suff with Whit . and others . Capt . And as for these whose ransom we have set , It is our pleasure , one of them depart : - Therefore come you with ...
... Cæsar ; savage islanders , ' Pompey the great ; and Suffolk dies by pirates . [ Exeunt Suff with Whit . and others . Capt . And as for these whose ransom we have set , It is our pleasure , one of them depart : - Therefore come you with ...
الصفحة 49
... Cæsar writ , Is term'd the civil'st place of all this isle : Sweet is the country , because full of riches ; The people liberal , valiant , active , wealthy ; Which makes me hope you are not void of pity . I sold not Maine , I lost not ...
... Cæsar writ , Is term'd the civil'st place of all this isle : Sweet is the country , because full of riches ; The people liberal , valiant , active , wealthy ; Which makes me hope you are not void of pity . I sold not Maine , I lost not ...
الصفحة 69
... Cæsar now , ' No humble suitors press to speak for right , * No , not a man comes for redress of thee ; For how can I help them , and not myself ? 1 Keep . Ay , here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee : This is the quondam king ...
... Cæsar now , ' No humble suitors press to speak for right , * No , not a man comes for redress of thee ; For how can I help them , and not myself ? 1 Keep . Ay , here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee : This is the quondam king ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus arms art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 437 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
الصفحة 386 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
الصفحة 242 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
الصفحة 408 - 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 135 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
الصفحة 85 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
الصفحة 134 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
الصفحة 66 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
الصفحة 92 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
الصفحة 435 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.