Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, الجزء 29،المجلد 4 |
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الصفحة 13
... Look on me with your welkin eye : 9 sweet villain ! Most dearest ! my collop ! -Can thy dam ? —may ' t be ? Affection ! thy intention stabs the centre : Thou dost make possible things not so held , Communicat'st with dreams ;-( how can ...
... Look on me with your welkin eye : 9 sweet villain ! Most dearest ! my collop ! -Can thy dam ? —may ' t be ? Affection ! thy intention stabs the centre : Thou dost make possible things not so held , Communicat'st with dreams ;-( how can ...
الصفحة 14
... look What cheer ? how is ' t with you , best brother ? Her . As if you held a brow of much distraction : Are you mov'd , my lord ? Leon . No , in good earnest.— How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make ...
... look What cheer ? how is ' t with you , best brother ? Her . As if you held a brow of much distraction : Are you mov'd , my lord ? Leon . No , in good earnest.— How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make ...
الصفحة 21
... look'd on thousands who have sped the better By my regard , but kill'd none so . Camillo- As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienc'd , which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents ' noble names , In whose ...
... look'd on thousands who have sped the better By my regard , but kill'd none so . Camillo- As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienc'd , which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents ' noble names , In whose ...
الصفحة 26
... thus . Her . But I'd say , he had not , And , I'll be sworn , you would believe my saying , Howe'er you lean to the nayward . Leon . You , my lords , Look on her , mark her well ; be but 26 [ ACT II . THE WINTER'S TALE .
... thus . Her . But I'd say , he had not , And , I'll be sworn , you would believe my saying , Howe'er you lean to the nayward . Leon . You , my lords , Look on her , mark her well ; be but 26 [ ACT II . THE WINTER'S TALE .
الصفحة 27
William Shakespeare Robert Carruthers. Look on her , mark her well ; be but about To say she is a goodly lady , and The justice of your hearts will thereto add , " Tis pity she's not honest , honourable : Praise her but for this her ...
William Shakespeare Robert Carruthers. Look on her , mark her well ; be but about To say she is a goodly lady , and The justice of your hearts will thereto add , " Tis pity she's not honest , honourable : Praise her but for this her ...
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Antigonus Antonio arms Aumerle AUTOLYCUS Bass Bassanio Bast Bastard BISHOP OF CARLISLE blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo CLEOMENES Const daughter death dost doth ducats Duch Duke Duke of Hereford England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falconbridge father fear folio France Gaunt gentle gentleman give Gratiano grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hubert Jessica John of Gaunt King John KING RICHARD lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leontes liege live look lord Lorenzo madam majesty Merchant of Venice Nerissa never noble Northumberland o'er PANDULPH pardon Paul peace Polixenes Portia pray prince queen Rich Richard II Salar SCENE Shakespeare shame Shep shew Shylock Sicilia soul speak stand swear sweet tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt tongue true word York
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الصفحة 84 - 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 81 - The moon shines bright : — in such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise, — in such a night Troilus methinks mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
الصفحة 24 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
الصفحة 72 - 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. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this— That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
الصفحة 13 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
الصفحة 63 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, 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 48 - 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 wrong a Christian,...
الصفحة 57 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
الصفحة 57 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head, And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time, Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
الصفحة 77 - Ant. 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 the gentleman...