The Works of William Shakespeare, المجلد 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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الصفحة 14
... thou wilt walk ; we will bestrew the ground : Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd , Their harness studded all with gold and pearl . Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ?
... thou wilt walk ; we will bestrew the ground : Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd , Their harness studded all with gold and pearl . Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ?
الصفحة 15
... Thou art a lord , and nothing but a lora : Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age . 1 Serv . And , till the tears that she hath shed for the Like envious floods o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the ...
... Thou art a lord , and nothing but a lora : Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age . 1 Serv . And , till the tears that she hath shed for the Like envious floods o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the ...
الصفحة 36
... Thou hast hit it : come , sit on me . Kath . Asses are made to bear , and so are you . Pet . Women are made to bear , and so are you . Kath . No such jade , sir , as you , if me you mean . Pet . Alas , good Kate ! I will not burden thee ...
... Thou hast hit it : come , sit on me . Kath . Asses are made to bear , and so are you . Pet . Women are made to bear , and so are you . Kath . No such jade , sir , as you , if me you mean . Pet . Alas , good Kate ! I will not burden thee ...
الصفحة 37
... thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous ; But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring - time flowers : Thou canst not frown , thou canst not look askance , Nor bite the lip , as angry wenches will ; Nor hast thou pleasure to be ...
... thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous ; But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring - time flowers : Thou canst not frown , thou canst not look askance , Nor bite the lip , as angry wenches will ; Nor hast thou pleasure to be ...
الصفحة 50
... thee ; pr'ythee , be not angry . Kath . I will be angry ; What hast thou to do ? -Father , be quiet ; he shall stay my leisure . Gre . Ay , marry , sir : now it begins to work . Kath . Gentlemen , forward to the bridal dinner : - I see ...
... thee ; pr'ythee , be not angry . Kath . I will be angry ; What hast thou to do ? -Father , be quiet ; he shall stay my leisure . Gre . Ay , marry , sir : now it begins to work . Kath . Gentlemen , forward to the bridal dinner : - I see ...
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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.