Shakspeare's Measure for Measure: A ComedyJ. Ridgway, and sold in the Theatre, 1803 - 68 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 15
... tell me , When I , that censure him , do so offend , Let mine own judgement pattern out my death , And nothing come in partial . Sir , he must die . Escal . Be it as your wisdom will . Ang . Where is the provost ? Prov . Here , if it ...
... tell me , When I , that censure him , do so offend , Let mine own judgement pattern out my death , And nothing come in partial . Sir , he must die . Escal . Be it as your wisdom will . Ang . Where is the provost ? Prov . Here , if it ...
الصفحة 16
... tell thee , yea ? Hadst thou not order ? Why dost thou ask again ? Prov . Lest I might be too rash : Under your good correction , I have seen , When , after execution , judgement hath Repented o'er his doom . Ang . Go to ; let that be ...
... tell thee , yea ? Hadst thou not order ? Why dost thou ask again ? Prov . Lest I might be too rash : Under your good correction , I have seen , When , after execution , judgement hath Repented o'er his doom . Ang . Go to ; let that be ...
الصفحة 18
... tell what ' t were to be a judge , And what a prisoner . Ang . Your brother is a forfeit of the law , And you but waste your words . Isab . Alas ! alas ! Why , all the souls that were , were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage ...
... tell what ' t were to be a judge , And what a prisoner . Ang . Your brother is a forfeit of the law , And you but waste your words . Isab . Alas ! alas ! Why , all the souls that were , were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage ...
الصفحة 28
... tell me , That he shall die for it . Ang . He shall not , Isabel , if you give me love . Isab . I know , your virtue hath a licence in ' t , Which seems a little fouler than it is , To pluck on others . Ang . Believe me , on mine honour ...
... tell me , That he shall die for it . Ang . He shall not , Isabel , if you give me love . Isab . I know , your virtue hath a licence in ' t , Which seems a little fouler than it is , To pluck on others . Ang . Believe me , on mine honour ...
الصفحة 29
... tell this , Who would believe me ? O perilous mouths , That bear in them one and the self - same tongue , Either of condemnation or approof ! Bidding the law make court'sy to their will ; Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite ...
... tell this , Who would believe me ? O perilous mouths , That bear in them one and the self - same tongue , Either of condemnation or approof ! Bidding the law make court'sy to their will ; Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite ...
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Abhor ABHORSON Apparitors Art thou Barnar believe beseech betimes brother caitiff carry'd Claud Claudio condemn'd death deputy diest dish dost thou doth duke's ELBOW END OF ACT Enter ESCALUS Enter ISABELLA Enter LUCIO Enter Provost Enter the Duke Escal Exeunt ISABELLA Exeunt the Duke Exit Provost Exit THOMAS fare father fault fear fellow FREDERICK Friar PETER gentle gentleman give grace gracious hang'd head hear heard heart heaven here's hither holy husband Isab Isabel justice kneel LEOPOLD Little Queen Lodowick Look lord Angelo maid Mari MARIANA marry master Froth MEASURE FOR MEASURE mercy noble offence Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prayers prison Prov SCENE shame signior Sirrah sister slander soul speak strange tapster thee thing thou art thou hast Tipstaves to-morrow tongue truely varlet Vienna villain warrant What's whipp'd wife woman word wrong'd
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 30 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
الصفحة 30 - Thou hast nor youth, nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
الصفحة 32 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
الصفحة 19 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
الصفحة 15 - We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
الصفحة 11 - From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty : As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, A thirsty evil ; and when we drink we die.
الصفحة 65 - Isabel, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me : Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.
الصفحة 41 - He who the sword of heaven will bear, Should be as holy as severe ; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go ; More nor less to others paying, Than by self-offences weighing.
الصفحة 19 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder: nothing but thunder.
الصفحة 33 - Ne'er issued from his blood. Take my defiance ; Die ; perish ! might but my bending down Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed...