The Works of Shakespeare, المجلد 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... ] And from Him I received that Supplement , which I have given to the Text . And the Hiftorians tell us , it was Paris who was Priam's favourite Son . " Was " Was this King Priam's joy . " With that 16 All's well , that Ends well .
... ] And from Him I received that Supplement , which I have given to the Text . And the Hiftorians tell us , it was Paris who was Priam's favourite Son . " Was " Was this King Priam's joy . " With that 16 All's well , that Ends well .
الصفحة 48
... Son , This is not well , rash and unbridled boy , To fly the favours of fo good a King , To pluck his indignation on thy head ; By the mifprizing of a maid , too virtuous For the contempt of empire . Bertram . Re - enter Re - enter ...
... Son , This is not well , rash and unbridled boy , To fly the favours of fo good a King , To pluck his indignation on thy head ; By the mifprizing of a maid , too virtuous For the contempt of empire . Bertram . Re - enter Re - enter ...
الصفحة 50
William Shakespeare. Thou robb'ft me of a moiety : he was my son , But I do wash his name out of my blood , And thou art all my child . Towards Florence is he ? 2 Gen. Ay , Madam . Count . And to be a foldier ? 2 Gen. Such is his noble ...
William Shakespeare. Thou robb'ft me of a moiety : he was my son , But I do wash his name out of my blood , And thou art all my child . Towards Florence is he ? 2 Gen. Ay , Madam . Count . And to be a foldier ? 2 Gen. Such is his noble ...
الصفحة 55
... Drum and Colours . Enter Bertram , Parolles , Officers and Soldiers attending . Mar. The Gods forbid elfe ! Wid . So , now they come : C 4 That That is Antonio , the Duke's eldest son ; That All's well , that Ends well . 55.
... Drum and Colours . Enter Bertram , Parolles , Officers and Soldiers attending . Mar. The Gods forbid elfe ! Wid . So , now they come : C 4 That That is Antonio , the Duke's eldest son ; That All's well , that Ends well . 55.
الصفحة 56
William Shakespeare. That is Antonio , the Duke's eldest son ; That , Efcalus . Hel . Which is the Frenchman ? Dia . He ; That with the plume ; ' tis a moft gallant fellow ; I would , he lov'd his wife ! if he were honefter , He were ...
William Shakespeare. That is Antonio , the Duke's eldest son ; That , Efcalus . Hel . Which is the Frenchman ? Dia . He ; That with the plume ; ' tis a moft gallant fellow ; I would , he lov'd his wife ! if he were honefter , He were ...
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الصفحة 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
الصفحة 376 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
الصفحة 133 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
الصفحة 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
الصفحة 97 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.