Midsummer night's dream ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth-night ; Winter's taleJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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الصفحة 475
... fhould fright the Ladies out of their Wits , they would have no more Dif- cretion but to hang us ; but I will aggravate my Voice fo that I will roar you as gently as any fucking Dove ; I will roar and ' twere any Nightingal . Quin . You ...
... fhould fright the Ladies out of their Wits , they would have no more Dif- cretion but to hang us ; but I will aggravate my Voice fo that I will roar you as gently as any fucking Dove ; I will roar and ' twere any Nightingal . Quin . You ...
الصفحة 479
... fhould Titania crofs her Oberon ? I do but beg a little changeling Boy , To be my Henchman . Queen . Set your Heart at reft , The Fairy - land buys not the Child of me . His Mother was a Votrefs of my Order , And in the spiced Indian ...
... fhould Titania crofs her Oberon ? I do but beg a little changeling Boy , To be my Henchman . Queen . Set your Heart at reft , The Fairy - land buys not the Child of me . His Mother was a Votrefs of my Order , And in the spiced Indian ...
الصفحة 495
... fhould use thee worse , For thou , I fear , haft given me cause to Curse , If thou haft flain Lyfander in his fleep . Being o'er Shoes in Blood , plunge in the deep , and kill me too . The Sun was not fo true unto the Day As he to me ...
... fhould use thee worse , For thou , I fear , haft given me cause to Curse , If thou haft flain Lyfander in his fleep . Being o'er Shoes in Blood , plunge in the deep , and kill me too . The Sun was not fo true unto the Day As he to me ...
الصفحة 497
... fhould he ftay , whom Love doth prefs to go ? Her . What Love could prefs Lyfander from my fide ? Lyf . Lyfander's Love , that would not let him bide ; Fair Helena , who more engilds the Night , Than all yon fiery O's and Eyes of Light ...
... fhould he ftay , whom Love doth prefs to go ? Her . What Love could prefs Lyfander from my fide ? Lyf . Lyfander's Love , that would not let him bide ; Fair Helena , who more engilds the Night , Than all yon fiery O's and Eyes of Light ...
الصفحة 501
... fhould know the Man , By the Athenian Garments he hath on ? And fo far blameless proves my Enterprize , That I have ' nointed an Athenian's Eyes , And fo far am I glad , it did fo fort , As this their Jangling I efteem a Sport ...
... fhould know the Man , By the Athenian Garments he hath on ? And fo far blameless proves my Enterprize , That I have ' nointed an Athenian's Eyes , And fo far am I glad , it did fo fort , As this their Jangling I efteem a Sport ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 616 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
الصفحة 514 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
الصفحة 528 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
الصفحة 619 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
الصفحة 908 - But nature makes that mean; so over 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 474 - That very time I saw (but thou could'st not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And...
الصفحة 819 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
الصفحة 778 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
الصفحة 559 - I first imparted my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had ran in my veins; but I should have told you that I had less than nothing, being in debt.
الصفحة 530 - About my moneys, and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then : you come to me, and you say, Shylock) we would have moneys...