The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Adapted for Family ReadingRichard Griffin and Company, 1861 - 864 من الصفحات |
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... Proteus , ~~ " affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love , " and gently reproves him for living " sluggardiz'd at home , wearing out his youth " in shapeless idleness " ? There has been but one man in ...
... Proteus , ~~ " affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love , " and gently reproves him for living " sluggardiz'd at home , wearing out his youth " in shapeless idleness " ? There has been but one man in ...
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... PROTEUS , Gentlemen of Verona . ANTONIO , Father to Proteus . THURIO , a foolish rival to Valentine . EGLAMOUR , agent for Silvia in her escape . SPEED , a clownish Servant to Valentine . LAUNCE , the like to Proteus . PANTHINO ...
... PROTEUS , Gentlemen of Verona . ANTONIO , Father to Proteus . THURIO , a foolish rival to Valentine . EGLAMOUR , agent for Silvia in her escape . SPEED , a clownish Servant to Valentine . LAUNCE , the like to Proteus . PANTHINO ...
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... Proteus , no ; now let us take our leave . To Milan let me hear from thee by letters , Of thy success in love , and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend ; And I likewise will visit thee with mine . Pro . All happiness ...
... Proteus , no ; now let us take our leave . To Milan let me hear from thee by letters , Of thy success in love , and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend ; And I likewise will visit thee with mine . Pro . All happiness ...
الصفحة 21
... Proteus . [ way , He would have given it you , but I , being in the Did in your name receive it : pardon the fault , I pray . Jul . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? To whisper and ...
... Proteus . [ way , He would have given it you , but I , being in the Did in your name receive it : pardon the fault , I pray . Jul . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? To whisper and ...
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... Proteus , your son , was meet ; And did request me to importune you To let him spend his time no more at home ... Proteus Enter PROTEUS . And , in good time , -now will we break with him . Pro . Sweet love ! sweet lines ! sweet ...
... Proteus , your son , was meet ; And did request me to importune you To let him spend his time no more at home ... Proteus Enter PROTEUS . And , in good time , -now will we break with him . Pro . Sweet love ! sweet lines ! sweet ...
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الصفحة 300 - To be, or not to be, — that is the question : — Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of...
الصفحة 186 - 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 324 - Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
الصفحة 443 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
الصفحة 122 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
الصفحة 373 - This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity ; fools, "by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers,* by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
الصفحة 103 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
الصفحة 301 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters,...
الصفحة 355 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
الصفحة 323 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...