Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King JohnCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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الصفحة 142
... villain ? Dro . E. I mean not cuckold - mad ; but , sure , he's stark mad ; When I desir'd him to come home to dinner , He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold : ' Tis dinner - time , quoth I ; My gold , quoth he : Your meat doth burn ...
... villain ? Dro . E. I mean not cuckold - mad ; but , sure , he's stark mad ; When I desir'd him to come home to dinner , He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold : ' Tis dinner - time , quoth I ; My gold , quoth he : Your meat doth burn ...
الصفحة 145
... . Ant . S. Villain , thou didst deny the gold's receipt ; And told'st me of a mistress , and a dinner ; For which , I hope , thou felt'st I was displeas'd . VOL . IV . Dro . S. I am glad to see you in SC . I. 145 OF ERRORS .
... . Ant . S. Villain , thou didst deny the gold's receipt ; And told'st me of a mistress , and a dinner ; For which , I hope , thou felt'st I was displeas'd . VOL . IV . Dro . S. I am glad to see you in SC . I. 145 OF ERRORS .
الصفحة 151
... Villain , thou liest ; for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart . Dro . S. I never spake with her in all my life . Ant . S. How can she thus then call us by our names , Unless it be by inspiration ? Adr . How ill ...
... Villain , thou liest ; for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart . Dro . S. I never spake with her in all my life . Ant . S. How can she thus then call us by our names , Unless it be by inspiration ? Adr . How ill ...
الصفحة 154
... villain , that would face me down He met me on the mart ; and that I beat him , And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold ; And that I did deny my wife and house : - Thou drunkard , thou , what didst thou mean by this ? Dro . E. Say ...
... villain , that would face me down He met me on the mart ; and that I beat him , And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold ; And that I did deny my wife and house : - Thou drunkard , thou , what didst thou mean by this ? Dro . E. Say ...
الصفحة 156
... villain , thou hast stolen both mine office and my name ; The one ne'er got me credit , the other mickle blame . If thou had'st been Dromio to - day in my place , Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name , or thy name for an ass ...
... villain , thou hast stolen both mine office and my name ; The one ne'er got me credit , the other mickle blame . If thou had'st been Dromio to - day in my place , Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name , or thy name for an ass ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath Camillo Comedy of Errors Const death deed dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means mistress murder night o'er old copy reads old play PANDULPH passage Paul Paulina peace Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shep Sicilia sleep soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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الصفحة 273 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is.
الصفحة 242 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? 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 marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth...
الصفحة 66 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
الصفحة 75 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, o'er that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art ~\\ hich does mend nature, — change it rather ; but The art itself is nature.
الصفحة 230 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
الصفحة 328 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
الصفحة 234 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
الصفحة 236 - d yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and...
الصفحة 244 - Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
الصفحة 59 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.