The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, المجلد 1H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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الصفحة 29
... speak'st Out of thy fleep : what is it thou didst say ? This is a ftrange repofe , to be afleep With eyes wide open : ftanding , fpeaking , moving ; And yet fo faft afleep . Ant . Noble Sebaftian , Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep : die ...
... speak'st Out of thy fleep : what is it thou didst say ? This is a ftrange repofe , to be afleep With eyes wide open : ftanding , fpeaking , moving ; And yet fo faft afleep . Ant . Noble Sebaftian , Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep : die ...
الصفحة 42
... speak ; The very inftant that I faw you , did My heart fly to your fervice , there refides To make me flave to it , and for your fake Am I this patient log - man .. Mira , Do you love me ? Fer . O heav'n , O earth , bear witnefs to this ...
... speak ; The very inftant that I faw you , did My heart fly to your fervice , there refides To make me flave to it , and for your fake Am I this patient log - man .. Mira , Do you love me ? Fer . O heav'n , O earth , bear witnefs to this ...
الصفحة 60
... speak foftly ; All's hufh'd as midnight yet .. Trin . Ay , but to lofe our bottles in the pool , Ste . There is not only difgrace and dishonour in that , monfter , but an infinite lofs . Trin . That's more to me than my wetting ; yet ...
... speak foftly ; All's hufh'd as midnight yet .. Trin . Ay , but to lofe our bottles in the pool , Ste . There is not only difgrace and dishonour in that , monfter , but an infinite lofs . Trin . That's more to me than my wetting ; yet ...
الصفحة 64
... speaking of the power of Fame , make it wake graves , Wakens the ruin'd monuments , and there , Where nothing but eternal death and sleep is , Informs again the dead bones . And Virgil , Speaking of Rome as a city , fays , it furrounded ...
... speaking of the power of Fame , make it wake graves , Wakens the ruin'd monuments , and there , Where nothing but eternal death and sleep is , Informs again the dead bones . And Virgil , Speaking of Rome as a city , fays , it furrounded ...
الصفحة 88
... speak as fmall , as you will . ; Bot . An I may hide my face , let me play Thiby too ; I'll fpeak in a monitrous little voice , Thifne , Thifne ; ah , Pyramus , my lover dear , thy Thisby dear , and Lady dear . Quin . No , no , you must ...
... speak as fmall , as you will . ; Bot . An I may hide my face , let me play Thiby too ; I'll fpeak in a monitrous little voice , Thifne , Thifne ; ah , Pyramus , my lover dear , thy Thisby dear , and Lady dear . Quin . No , no , you must ...
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Angelo becauſe brother Caius Caliban Claudio Clown defire Demetrius doft doth Duke Efcal elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid Fairies fame father fatire feems fenfe fent feven fhall fhew fhould fince firft fleep fome Ford foul fpeak fpirit Friar ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet gentleman give hath hear heart heav'n Hermia Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft honour houfe houſe Ifab iffue Laun lofe Lord Lucio Lyfander Madam mafter marry miftrefs Mira miſtreſs moft muft muſt myfelf Naples paffage pleaſe Poet Pompey pray prefent Profpero Protheus Prov Puck Pyramus Quic reafon Shakespeare Shal ſhall Silvia Sir John Falstaff Slen ſpeak Speed Sycorax tell thee thefe there's theſe thing thofe thou art Thurio Trin uſe Valentine whofe wife woman word worfe
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الصفحة 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, .Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
الصفحة 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
الصفحة 42 - Hence, bashful cunning; And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
الصفحة 63 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
الصفحة 95 - 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 96 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
الصفحة 150 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
الصفحة 35 - 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.
الصفحة 64 - 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.