The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, المجلد 12 |
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الصفحة 238
What think you of this fool , Malvolio ? doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do
, till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever
make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better ...
What think you of this fool , Malvolio ? doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do
, till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever
make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better ...
الصفحة 262
Get ye all three into the box - tree : Malvolio's coming down this walk ; he has
been yonder i'the sun , practising behaviour to his own shadow , this half hour :
observe him , for the love of mockery ; for , I know , this letter will make a ...
Get ye all three into the box - tree : Malvolio's coming down this walk ; he has
been yonder i'the sun , practising behaviour to his own shadow , this half hour :
observe him , for the love of mockery ; for , I know , this letter will make a ...
الصفحة 280
Where is Malvolio ? -he is sad and civil , And suits well for a servant with my
fortunes ;Where is Malvolio ? Mar. He's coming , madam ; But in strange manner .
He is sure possess'd . Oli . Why , what's the matter ? does he rave ? Mar.
Where is Malvolio ? -he is sad and civil , And suits well for a servant with my
fortunes ;Where is Malvolio ? Mar. He's coming , madam ; But in strange manner .
He is sure possess'd . Oli . Why , what's the matter ? does he rave ? Mar.
الصفحة 281
Wilt thou go to bed , Malvolio ? · Mal . To bed ? ay , sweet - heart ; and I'll come to
thee . Oli . God comfort thee ! Why dost thou smile so , and kiss thy hand so oft ?
Mar. How do you , Malvolio ? " Mal . At your request ? Yes ; Nightingales answer
...
Wilt thou go to bed , Malvolio ? · Mal . To bed ? ay , sweet - heart ; and I'll come to
thee . Oli . God comfort thee ! Why dost thou smile so , and kiss thy hand so oft ?
Mar. How do you , Malvolio ? " Mal . At your request ? Yes ; Nightingales answer
...
الصفحة 314
The madly used MalvoLIO . Oli . Did he write this ? Clo . Ay , madam . Duke . This
savours not much of distraction . Oli . See him deliver'd , Fabian ; bring him hither
. [ Exit FABIAN . My lord , so please you , these things further thought on , To ...
The madly used MalvoLIO . Oli . Did he write this ? Clo . Ay , madam . Duke . This
savours not much of distraction . Oli . See him deliver'd , Fabian ; bring him hither
. [ Exit FABIAN . My lord , so please you , these things further thought on , To ...
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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.
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| 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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