The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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الصفحة 10
... Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.- 3 The ...
... Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top - mast ; yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.- 3 The ...
الصفحة 11
... Exeunt . Gon . The king and prince at prayers ! let us as- sist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . 7 Ant . We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.- This wide - chapped rascal ; — ' Would , thou ...
... Exeunt . Gon . The king and prince at prayers ! let us as- sist them , For our case is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . 7 Ant . We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.- This wide - chapped rascal ; — ' Would , thou ...
الصفحة 33
... winds : but then All points of my command . Ari . Thou shalt be as free exactly do To the syllable . Pro . Come , follow : speak not for him . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. Another part of the Island SC . II . 33 TEMPEST .
... winds : but then All points of my command . Ari . Thou shalt be as free exactly do To the syllable . Pro . Come , follow : speak not for him . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. Another part of the Island SC . II . 33 TEMPEST .
الصفحة 46
... Exeunt . SCENE II . Another part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN , with a burden of Wood . A noise of Thunder heard . Cal . All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs , fens , flats , on Prosper fall , and make him By inch - meal ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . Another part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN , with a burden of Wood . A noise of Thunder heard . Cal . All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs , fens , flats , on Prosper fall , and make him By inch - meal ...
الصفحة 53
... Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell . Enter FERDINAND , bearing a Log . Fer . There be some sports are painful ; and1 their labour Delight in them sets off2 : some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor ...
... Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell . Enter FERDINAND , bearing a Log . Fer . There be some sports are painful ; and1 their labour Delight in them sets off2 : some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor ...
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Anne ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host HUGH EVANS Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia Sir Andrew SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Slen Slender soul speak Speed Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Twelfth Night unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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الصفحة 49 - Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
الصفحة 84 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
الصفحة 297 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
الصفحة 69 - 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' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
الصفحة 102 - Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion. And, that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muse's anvil : turn the same, (And himself with it) that he thinks to frame ; Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn, For a good poet's made, as well as born. And such wert thou.
الصفحة 159 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
الصفحة 336 - 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.
الصفحة 91 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, 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 84 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
الصفحة 102 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!