The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Τόμος 4 |
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Σελίδα 11
... blood , we should have answer'd heaven Boldly , Not Guilty ; the imposition clear'd1o , Hereditary ours . Her . By this we gather , You have tripp'd since . Pol . O my most sacred lady , Temptations have since then been born to us : for ...
... blood , we should have answer'd heaven Boldly , Not Guilty ; the imposition clear'd1o , Hereditary ours . Her . By this we gather , You have tripp'd since . Pol . O my most sacred lady , Temptations have since then been born to us : for ...
Σελίδα 15
... blood . Leon . So stands this squire Offic'd with me : We two will walk , my lord , And leave you to your graver steps . - Hermione , How thou lov'st us , show in our brother's welcome ; Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap : 24 i . e ...
... blood . Leon . So stands this squire Offic'd with me : We two will walk , my lord , And leave you to your graver steps . - Hermione , How thou lov'st us , show in our brother's welcome ; Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap : 24 i . e ...
Σελίδα 21
... blood o ' the prince my son , Who , I do think is mine , and love as mine ; 44 ' Bespice a cup . ' So in Chapman's Translation of the tenth book of the Odyssey : - with a festival She'll first receive thee ; but will spice thy bread ...
... blood o ' the prince my son , Who , I do think is mine , and love as mine ; 44 ' Bespice a cup . ' So in Chapman's Translation of the tenth book of the Odyssey : - with a festival She'll first receive thee ; but will spice thy bread ...
Σελίδα 24
... blood turn To an infected jelly ; and my name 49 Success , for succession . simple . Gentle , well born , was opposed to 50 I am appointed him to murder you , ' I am the person ap- pointed to murder you . 51 i . e . to screw or move you ...
... blood turn To an infected jelly ; and my name 49 Success , for succession . simple . Gentle , well born , was opposed to 50 I am appointed him to murder you , ' I am the person ap- pointed to murder you . 51 i . e . to screw or move you ...
Σελίδα 28
... blood in him . 1 i . e . judgment . 2 Alack , for lesser knowledge ! ' that is , O that my knowledge were less ! 3 Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's time . 4 Hefts , heavings ; things which are heaved up . 5 i . e . a ...
... blood in him . 1 i . e . judgment . 2 Alack , for lesser knowledge ! ' that is , O that my knowledge were less ! 3 Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's time . 4 Hefts , heavings ; things which are heaved up . 5 i . e . a ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Aege Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear Ben Jonson blood Bohemia breath Camillo Const Cymbeline death deed didst dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means Menaechmi 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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Σελίδα 405 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Σελίδα 227 - 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 40 As this which now I draw.
Σελίδα 248 - 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.
Σελίδα 306 - 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.
Σελίδα 62 - 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!
Σελίδα 72 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Σελίδα 255 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purged 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.
Σελίδα 56 - 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.
Σελίδα 70 - 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.
Σελίδα 217 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!