The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, المجلد 3 |
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الصفحة 9
... This , fellow ; what would'st ? DULL . I myself reprehend his own perfon , for I am his grace's Tharborough : but I would fee his own perfon in flesh and blood . BIRON . This is he . DULL . Signior Arme LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST .
... This , fellow ; what would'st ? DULL . I myself reprehend his own perfon , for I am his grace's Tharborough : but I would fee his own perfon in flesh and blood . BIRON . This is he . DULL . Signior Arme LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST .
الصفحة 14
... blood- MOTH . I am answer'd , Sir . ARM . I love not to be croft . MOTH . He speaks the clean contrary , croffes love not him . ARM . I have promis'd to study three years with the king . MOTH . You may do it in an hour , Sir . ARM ...
... blood- MOTH . I am answer'd , Sir . ARM . I love not to be croft . MOTH . He speaks the clean contrary , croffes love not him . ARM . I have promis'd to study three years with the king . MOTH . You may do it in an hour , Sir . ARM ...
الصفحة 25
... blood . BIRON . Would that do it good ? Ros . My phyfick fays , ay . BIRON . Will you prick't with your eye ? 66 Ros Non , poynt , " with my knife . BIRON . NOW God fave thy life ! Ros . And yours from long living ! BIRON . I can't stay ...
... blood . BIRON . Would that do it good ? Ros . My phyfick fays , ay . BIRON . Will you prick't with your eye ? 66 Ros Non , poynt , " with my knife . BIRON . NOW God fave thy life ! Ros . And yours from long living ! BIRON . I can't stay ...
الصفحة 35
... for praise , an outward part , We bend to that the working of the heart , As I for praise alone now seek to fpill The poor deer's blood , that my heart means no D 2 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST . 35 Well, lords, to-day we shall have ...
... for praise , an outward part , We bend to that the working of the heart , As I for praise alone now seek to fpill The poor deer's blood , that my heart means no D 2 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST . 35 Well, lords, to-day we shall have ...
الصفحة 36
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. The poor deer's blood , that my heart means no ill . BOYET . Do not curft wives hold that felf - fovereignty Only for praife - fake , when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords ? PRIN . Only for ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. The poor deer's blood , that my heart means no ill . BOYET . Do not curft wives hold that felf - fovereignty Only for praife - fake , when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords ? PRIN . Only for ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Afide againſt anſwer Antigonus becauſe beſt BIRON Bohemia BOYET buſineſs Camillo CAPELL Coftard defire doth DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit faid fair Fair ladies fame fatire feems fenfe fhall fhew fignifies fince fing firſt fome fomething fool foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet gentleman give hath heart himſelf honour houſe Ibid Illyria itſelf JOHNS king lady lefs lord madam Malvolio maſter means miſtreſs moft moſt MOTH muſt myſelf Navarre paffage Paulina perfon pleaſe Polixenes Pompey praiſe prefent princeſs purpoſe queen reafon ſay SCENE ſee Shakespeare ſhall ſhe SHEP ſhould Sicilia Sir Toby ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay ſuch ſweet thee thefe THEOB theſe thofe thoſe thou art tongue underſtand uſe WARB whofe word yourſelf
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 6 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
الصفحة 56 - Subtle as sphinx: as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
الصفحة 158 - 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 55 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
الصفحة 207 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.