The Works of William Shakespeare, المجلد 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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الصفحة 8
... BIONDELLO , CURTIS , ' } ser GRUMIO , servants to Petruchio . PEDANT , an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio . KATHARINA , the shrew , BIANCA , her sister , } daughters to Baptista . Widow . Tailor , Haberdasher , and Servants ...
... BIONDELLO , CURTIS , ' } ser GRUMIO , servants to Petruchio . PEDANT , an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio . KATHARINA , the shrew , BIANCA , her sister , } daughters to Baptista . Widow . Tailor , Haberdasher , and Servants ...
الصفحة 18
... Biondello , thou wert come ashore , We could at once put us in readiness ; And take a lodging , fit to entertain Such friends , as time in Padua shall beget . But stay a while : What company is this ? Tra . Master , some show , to ...
... Biondello , thou wert come ashore , We could at once put us in readiness ; And take a lodging , fit to entertain Such friends , as time in Padua shall beget . But stay a while : What company is this ? Tra . Master , some show , to ...
الصفحة 22
... Biondello comes , he waits on thee ; But I will charm him first to keep his tongue . Tra . So had you need . [ They exchange habits . In brief , then , sir , sith it your pleasure is , And I am tied to be obedient ; ( For so your father ...
... Biondello comes , he waits on thee ; But I will charm him first to keep his tongue . Tra . So had you need . [ They exchange habits . In brief , then , sir , sith it your pleasure is , And I am tied to be obedient ; ( For so your father ...
الصفحة 29
... Biondello ! [ Aside to TRANIC Gre . Hark you , sir ; you mean not her to- Tra . Perhaps , him and her , sir ; What have you to do Pet . Not her that chides , sir , at any hand , I pray . Tra . I love no chiders , sir : -Biondello ...
... Biondello ! [ Aside to TRANIC Gre . Hark you , sir ; you mean not her to- Tra . Perhaps , him and her , sir ; What have you to do Pet . Not her that chides , sir , at any hand , I pray . Tra . I love no chiders , sir : -Biondello ...
الصفحة 32
... BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books . Gre . Good - morrow , neighbour Baptista . Bap . Good - morrow , neighbour Gremio : -God save you , gentlemen ! Pet . And you , good sir ! Pray , have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina , fair , and ...
... BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books . Gre . Good - morrow , neighbour Baptista . Bap . Good - morrow , neighbour Gremio : -God save you , gentlemen ! Pet . And you , good sir ! Pray , have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina , fair , and ...
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Antigonus Autolycus Banquo Baptista better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Clown Count daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria is't JOHNS JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid Malvolio marry master mean mistress never noble Padua Petruchio pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspeare Shep signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Sirrah speak STEEV swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Tranio WARB weird sisters What's wife WINTER'S TALE Witch woman word
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الصفحة 39 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
الصفحة 56 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack.
الصفحة 21 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
الصفحة 24 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
الصفحة 27 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
الصفحة 20 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'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.
الصفحة 19 - To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
الصفحة 44 - 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.
الصفحة 23 - 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.
الصفحة 55 - 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 Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.