The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, المجلد 4 |
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الصفحة 17
... leave me and her alone.- Madam , undress you , and come now to bed . Page . Thrice noble lord , let me entreat of you , To pardon me yet for a night or two ; Or , if not so , until the sun be set : For your physicians have expressly ...
... leave me and her alone.- Madam , undress you , and come now to bed . Page . Thrice noble lord , let me entreat of you , To pardon me yet for a night or two ; Or , if not so , until the sun be set : For your physicians have expressly ...
الصفحة 19
... leave , am arm'd With his good will , and thy good company , Most trusty servant , well approv'd in all ; Here let ... leaves A shallow plash , to plunge him in the deep , And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst . 8 ingenious- ] It ...
... leave , am arm'd With his good will , and thy good company , Most trusty servant , well approv'd in all ; Here let ... leaves A shallow plash , to plunge him in the deep , And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst . 8 ingenious- ] It ...
الصفحة 21
... Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure . Gre . To cart her rather : She's too rough for me : There , there Hortensio , will you any wife ? Kath . I pray you , sir , [ To BAP . ] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst ...
... Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure . Gre . To cart her rather : She's too rough for me : There , there Hortensio , will you any wife ? Kath . I pray you , sir , [ To BAP . ] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst ...
الصفحة 22
... leave ? Ha ! [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam ; your gifts are so good , here is none will hold you . Their love is not so great , Hortensio , but we may blow our so strange ? ] That is , so odd , so different from others in ...
... leave ? Ha ! [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam ; your gifts are so good , here is none will hold you . Their love is not so great , Hortensio , but we may blow our so strange ? ] That is , so odd , so different from others in ...
الصفحة 28
... leave , To see my friends in Padua ; but , of all , My best beloved and approved friend , Hortensio ; and , I trow , this is his house : - Here , sirrah Grumio ; knock , I say . Gru . Knock , sir ! whom should I knock ? is there any man ...
... leave , To see my friends in Padua ; but , of all , My best beloved and approved friend , Hortensio ; and , I trow , this is his house : - Here , sirrah Grumio ; knock , I say . Gru . Knock , sir ! whom should I knock ? is there any man ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Cawdor CLEOMENES COMEDY OF ERRORS daughter death deed Doct doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit fair father fear Fleance Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione hither honour Hortensio husband i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knock Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff marry master means mistress murder never o'the Padua Paul Paulina Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep shrew Sicilia signior sister Siward sleep speak stay STEEVENS sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thought Tranio unto villain Vincentio weird sisters wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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الصفحة 367 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
الصفحة 373 - Blood hath been shed ere now i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
الصفحة 345 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. — Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
الصفحة 322 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
الصفحة 183 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
الصفحة 374 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
الصفحة 331 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
الصفحة 182 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
الصفحة 344 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
الصفحة 344 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...