Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1 |
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الصفحة 376
K . Rich . Why , uncle , thou hast many years to live . Gaunt . But not a minute ,
king , that thou canst give . Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow , And
pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow ; Thou canst help time to furrow me ...
K . Rich . Why , uncle , thou hast many years to live . Gaunt . But not a minute ,
king , that thou canst give . Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow , And
pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow ; Thou canst help time to furrow me ...
الصفحة 380
K . Rich . We will ourself in person to this war . And , for ? our coffers — with too
great a court , And liberal largess — are grown somewhat light , We are enforced
to farm our royal realm ; The revenue whereof shall furnish us For our affairs in ...
K . Rich . We will ourself in person to this war . And , for ? our coffers — with too
great a court , And liberal largess — are grown somewhat light , We are enforced
to farm our royal realm ; The revenue whereof shall furnish us For our affairs in ...
الصفحة 384
K . Rich . Can sick men play so nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No ; misery
makes sport to mock itself : Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me , I mock
my name , great king , to flatter thee . K . Rich . Should dying men flatter with
those that ...
K . Rich . Can sick men play so nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No ; misery
makes sport to mock itself : Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me , I mock
my name , great king , to flatter thee . K . Rich . Should dying men flatter with
those that ...
الصفحة 431
K . Rich . Fair cousin ! I am greater than a king : For , when I was a king , my
flatterers Were then but subjects ; being now a subject , I have a king here to my
flatterer . Being so great , I have no need to beg . Boling . Yet ask . K . Rich . And
shall I ...
K . Rich . Fair cousin ! I am greater than a king : For , when I was a king , my
flatterers Were then but subjects ; being now a subject , I have a king here to my
flatterer . Being so great , I have no need to beg . Boling . Yet ask . K . Rich . And
shall I ...
الصفحة 434
K . Rich . Northumberland , thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Boling broke
ascends my throne ,The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is , ere
foul sin , gathering head , Shall break into corruption . Thou shalt think , Though ...
K . Rich . Northumberland , thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Boling broke
ascends my throne ,The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is , ere
foul sin , gathering head , Shall break into corruption . Thou shalt think , Though ...
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الصفحة 189 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
الصفحة 408 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
الصفحة 354 - 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 198 - 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 195 - 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 188 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
الصفحة 194 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
الصفحة 253 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
الصفحة 65 - 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 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1 المجلد 3 من The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Oliver William Bourn Peabody |
| المؤلف | William Shakespeare |
| المُحررون | Oliver William Bourn Peabody, Samuel Weller Singer |
| الناشر | Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
| أصلي من | جامعة هارفارد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 5 شباط (فبراير) 2008 |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |