Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1 |
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الصفحة 127
The time was once , when thou unurged wouldst vow , That never words were
music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well
welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savored in thy taste , Unless I ...
The time was once , when thou unurged wouldst vow , That never words were
music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well
welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savored in thy taste , Unless I ...
الصفحة 184
The king hath happily received , Macbeth , The news of thy success ; and when
he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels ' fight , His wonders and his praises
do contend , Which should be thine , or his : Silenced with that , In viewing o ' er ...
The king hath happily received , Macbeth , The news of thy success ; and when
he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels ' fight , His wonders and his praises
do contend , Which should be thine , or his : Silenced with that , In viewing o ' er ...
الصفحة 307
Const . That which upholdeth him that thee upholds , His honor . O , thine honor ,
Lewis , thine honor ! Lew . I muse , your majesty doth seem so cold , When such
profound respects do pull you on . Pand . I will denounce a curse upon his head .
Const . That which upholdeth him that thee upholds , His honor . O , thine honor ,
Lewis , thine honor ! Lew . I muse , your majesty doth seem so cold , When such
profound respects do pull you on . Pand . I will denounce a curse upon his head .
الصفحة 438
Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own ? Have we more sons , or are we like
to have ? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time ? And wilt thou pluck my fair
son from mine age , And rob me of a happy mother ' s name ? Is he not like thee ...
Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own ? Have we more sons , or are we like
to have ? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time ? And wilt thou pluck my fair
son from mine age , And rob me of a happy mother ' s name ? Is he not like thee ...
الصفحة 444
Thine eye begins to speak ; set thy tongue there , Or , in thy piteous heart plant
thou thine ear ; That , hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce , Pity may
move thee , pardon to rehearse . Boling . Good aunt , stand up . Duch . I do not
sue ...
Thine eye begins to speak ; set thy tongue there , Or , in thy piteous heart plant
thou thine ear ; That , hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce , Pity may
move thee , pardon to rehearse . Boling . Good aunt , stand up . Duch . I do not
sue ...
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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 |