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الصفحة 7
... lady . " venture to say that our belief in the significancy of Shakspere's titles would be at an end if even a " main incident " was to suggest a name , instead of the general course of the thought or action . In this case there are ...
... lady . " venture to say that our belief in the significancy of Shakspere's titles would be at an end if even a " main incident " was to suggest a name , instead of the general course of the thought or action . In this case there are ...
الصفحة 11
... by the fall of a lighted firebrand on his head , and was compelled in consequence to have his hair shaved off . French Nobleman . ] [ French Noble Lady . ] MET PERSONS REPRESENTED . KING OF FRANCE . DUKE OF. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... by the fall of a lighted firebrand on his head , and was compelled in consequence to have his hair shaved off . French Nobleman . ] [ French Noble Lady . ] MET PERSONS REPRESENTED . KING OF FRANCE . DUKE OF. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
الصفحة 15
... lady : You must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU . Hel . O , were that all ! —I think not on my father ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have ...
... lady : You must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU . Hel . O , were that all ! —I think not on my father ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have ...
الصفحة 31
... lady ! Hel . I hope , sir , I have your good will to have nine own good fortunes . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on : and to keep them on , have them still . - O , my knave ! How does my old lady ? a Bertram would say - the ...
... lady ! Hel . I hope , sir , I have your good will to have nine own good fortunes . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on : and to keep them on , have them still . - O , my knave ! How does my old lady ? a Bertram would say - the ...
الصفحة 35
... lady with a crown on her head and a flower in her hand ( 2 ) is taken to be Maid Marian , the Queen of the May ; and the friar ( 3 ) to be the no less famous Friar Tuck . ( See Two Gentlemen of Verona , Illustrations of Act IV . ) The ...
... lady with a crown on her head and a flower in her hand ( 2 ) is taken to be Maid Marian , the Queen of the May ; and the friar ( 3 ) to be the no less famous Friar Tuck . ( See Two Gentlemen of Verona , Illustrations of Act IV . ) The ...
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الصفحة 412 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty ; — Seb.
الصفحة 317 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
الصفحة 363 - Say, there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, 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 405 - t ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
الصفحة 205 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
الصفحة 220 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
الصفحة 435 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets* that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
الصفحة 435 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the...
الصفحة 435 - Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art : But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I '11 break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I '11 drown my book.
الصفحة 153 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.