The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, المجلد 12 |
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الصفحة 25
If you please , Be't at her father's . Bra , I'll not have it so . Oth . Nor I. Des . Nor I ; I
would not there reside , To put my father in impatient thoughts , By being in his
eye . Most gracious duke , To my unfolding lend a gracious ear ; And let me find a
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If you please , Be't at her father's . Bra , I'll not have it so . Oth . Nor I. Des . Nor I ; I
would not there reside , To put my father in impatient thoughts , By being in his
eye . Most gracious duke , To my unfolding lend a gracious ear ; And let me find a
...
الصفحة 79
... She was a charmer , and could almost read The thoughts of people : she told
her , while she kept it , ' Twould make her amiable , and subdue my father Entirely
to her love ; but if she lost it , Or made a gift of it , my father's eye SCENE IV .
... She was a charmer , and could almost read The thoughts of people : she told
her , while she kept it , ' Twould make her amiable , and subdue my father Entirely
to her love ; but if she lost it , Or made a gift of it , my father's eye SCENE IV .
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Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my father To be inclin'd my way ! Fer . O , if a
virgin , And your affection not gone forth , I'll make you The queen of Naples . Pro
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Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my father To be inclin'd my way ! Fer . O , if a
virgin , And your affection not gone forth , I'll make you The queen of Naples . Pro
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الصفحة 213
Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about ! Arise , and say how
thou cam'st here . Mira . O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here !
How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world , That has such people in't !
Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about ! Arise , and say how
thou cam'st here . Mira . O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here !
How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world , That has such people in't !
الصفحة 308
Who does beguile you ? who does do you wrong ? Oli . Hast thou forgot thyself ?
Is it so long ?Call forth the holy father . [ Exit an Attendant . Duke . Come away . [
To V10LA . Oli . Whither , my lord ? -Cesario , husband , stay . Duke . Husband ?
Who does beguile you ? who does do you wrong ? Oli . Hast thou forgot thyself ?
Is it so long ?Call forth the holy father . [ Exit an Attendant . Duke . Come away . [
To V10LA . Oli . Whither , my lord ? -Cesario , husband , stay . Duke . Husband ?
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Alon Ariel Attendants bear better blood bring brother Cassio comes daughter dear Desdemona devil dost doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear follow fool fortune give hand hang hath hear heard heart heaven hold honest honour hope hour I'll Iago keep kind king lady leave light live look lord lost madam Malvolio Marry master mean mind Mira mistress monster Moor nature never night noble Officers Othello peace play poor pr’ythee pray reason Roderigo SCENE sing Sir Toby soul speak spirit stand strange sure sweet tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought Trin true What's wife
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الصفحة 74 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
الصفحة 63 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
الصفحة 71 - 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 149 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in'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 115 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
الصفحة 209 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
الصفحة 115 - Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
الصفحة 205 - 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 19 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my...
الصفحة 162 - 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.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, المجلد 12 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| المؤلف | William Shakespeare |
| الناشر | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| أصلي من | مكتبة نيويورك العامة |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 27 كانون الأول (ديسمبر) 2006 |
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