Shakspere's works [from the text of N. Delius]. |
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الصفحة 174
... HORTENSIO , TRANIO , BIONDELLO , GRUMIO , CURTIS , A Pedant . } Suitors to Bianca . Servants to Lucentio . Servants to Petruchio . KATHARINA , the shrew . BIANCA , suitor to } Daughters to Baptista . Widow . Tailor , Haberdasher , and ...
... HORTENSIO , TRANIO , BIONDELLO , GRUMIO , CURTIS , A Pedant . } Suitors to Bianca . Servants to Lucentio . Servants to Petruchio . KATHARINA , the shrew . BIANCA , suitor to } Daughters to Baptista . Widow . Tailor , Haberdasher , and ...
الصفحة 186
... Hortensio , will you any wife ? Kath . I pray you , sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I ...
... Hortensio , will you any wife ? Kath . I pray you , sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I ...
الصفحة 192
... HORTENSIO'S House . Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO . Pet . Verona , for a while I take my 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 ...
... HORTENSIO'S House . Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO . Pet . Verona , for a while I take my 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 ...
الصفحة 193
... HORTENSIO . Hor . How now ! what's the matter ? My old friend Grumio , and my good friend Petruchio ! How do you all at Verona ? Pet . Signior Hortensio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il cuore ben trovato , may I say . Hor ...
... HORTENSIO . Hor . How now ! what's the matter ? My old friend Grumio , and my good friend Petruchio ! How do you all at Verona ? Pet . Signior Hortensio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il cuore ben trovato , may I say . Hor ...
الصفحة 195
... Hortensio , peace ! thou know'st not gold's effect . Tell me her father's name , and ' tis enough ; For I will board her , though she chide as loud As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack . Hor . Her father is Baptista Minola , An ...
... Hortensio , peace ! thou know'st not gold's effect . Tell me her father's name , and ' tis enough ; For I will board her , though she chide as loud As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack . Hor . Her father is Baptista Minola , An ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Antonio Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother comes Count daughter doth ducats Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fool Forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle gentleman give Gratiano Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio husband Jaques Jessica Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot look Lorenzo Lucentio madam maid marry master mistress Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua Parolles Petruchio Phebe Pisa poor Portia pray prithee ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Second Lord Servant Shylock Signior Sirrah speak swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto Vincentio what's wife wilt withal young youth
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الصفحة 77 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
الصفحة 120 - Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
الصفحة 105 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
الصفحة 41 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest. we will resemble you in that. If a Jew...
الصفحة 71 - So please my lord the duke, and all the court. To quit the fine for one half of his goods ; I am content, so he will let me have The other half in use, to render it, Upon his death, unto...
الصفحة 258 - While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience, — Too little payment for so great a debt.
الصفحة 14 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! 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. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, \ If I forgive him ! BASS.
الصفحة 109 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold : All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo so The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty,...
الصفحة 120 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
الصفحة 145 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country, be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.