Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, المجلد 1Whittaker, 1858 |
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... Isab . And have you nuns no farther privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more , But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
... Isab . And have you nuns no farther privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more , But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
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... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask , The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you . Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask , The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you . Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
الصفحة 278
... Isab . Some one with child by him ? -My cousin Juliet ? Lucio . Is she your cousin ? Isab . Adoptedly ; as school - maids change their names By vain , though apt , affection . Lucio . Isab . Oh ! let him marry her . She it is . Lucio ...
... Isab . Some one with child by him ? -My cousin Juliet ? Lucio . Is she your cousin ? Isab . Adoptedly ; as school - maids change their names By vain , though apt , affection . Lucio . Isab . Oh ! let him marry her . She it is . Lucio ...
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... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . Has censur'd him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My ...
... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . Has censur'd him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My ...
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... ISAB . ] Y ' are welcome : what's your will ? Isab . I am a woful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most I 288 [ ACT II . MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... ISAB . ] Y ' are welcome : what's your will ? Isab . I am a woful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most I 288 [ ACT II . MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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الصفحة 58 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
الصفحة 306 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
الصفحة 76 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
الصفحة 306 - 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...
الصفحة 227 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
الصفحة 84 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
الصفحة 62 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
الصفحة 266 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,...
الصفحة 74 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
الصفحة 254 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.