The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, with Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, المجلد 1S. King, 1831 |
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الصفحة 37
... thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth.- By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine ...
... thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth.- By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine ...
الصفحة 38
... thank thee , master . Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . Ari . Pardon , master : I will be correspondent to command , And do my ...
... thank thee , master . Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . Ari . Pardon , master : I will be correspondent to command , And do my ...
الصفحة 41
... thank yourself for this great loss ; That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- ter , But rather lose her to an African ; 5 Lush is luxuriant , in like manner luscious is used in A Midsummer Night's Dream : " Quite over - canopied ...
... thank yourself for this great loss ; That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- ter , But rather lose her to an African ; 5 Lush is luxuriant , in like manner luscious is used in A Midsummer Night's Dream : " Quite over - canopied ...
الصفحة 42
... Thank you : Wondrous heavy . [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Why Seb . Doth it not then our eye - lids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep ...
... Thank you : Wondrous heavy . [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Why Seb . Doth it not then our eye - lids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep ...
الصفحة 46
... thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the suit I made thee ? Ste . Marry will I kneel , and repeat it ; I will stand , and so shall Trinculo . Enter ARIEL , invisible . tyrant ; a sorcerer , that by his ...
... thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the suit I made thee ? Ste . Marry will I kneel , and repeat it ; I will stand , and so shall Trinculo . Enter ARIEL , invisible . tyrant ; a sorcerer , that by his ...
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art thou Banquo better Biron blood Boyet brother Caliban Claud Claudio Costard daughter death dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford fortune gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab John Kath King lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master master doctor means mistress Moth never night old copy reads Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pray prince Proteus SCENE servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock signior SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast thought Thurio tongue Tranio true unto wife woman word
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الصفحة 352 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
الصفحة 360 - 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.
الصفحة 352 - Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
الصفحة 52 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
الصفحة 30 - Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame, While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
الصفحة 223 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
الصفحة 10 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
الصفحة 52 - Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
الصفحة 254 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
الصفحة 352 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.