The Works of William Shakespeare, Τόμος 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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Σελίδα 8
... daughters to Baptista . Widow . Tailor , Haberdasher , and Servants , attending on Bap- tista and Petruchio . SCENE - sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's house in the country . ' sons in Induc- I AMINO F IHESHNLW ...
... daughters to Baptista . Widow . Tailor , Haberdasher , and Servants , attending on Bap- tista and Petruchio . SCENE - sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's house in the country . ' sons in Induc- I AMINO F IHESHNLW ...
Σελίδα 18
... daughter , Before I have a husband for the elder : If either of you both love Katharina , Because I know you well , and love you well , Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure . Gre . To cart her rather : She's too rough for ...
... daughter , Before I have a husband for the elder : If either of you both love Katharina , Because I know you well , and love you well , Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure . Gre . To cart her rather : She's too rough for ...
Σελίδα 20
... daughter to a husband , we set his youngest free for a husband , and then have to't afresh . - Sweet Bianca ! Happy man be his dole ! 8 He that runs fastest gets the ring . How say you , signior Gremio ? Gre . I am agreed ; and ' would ...
... daughter to a husband , we set his youngest free for a husband , and then have to't afresh . - Sweet Bianca ! Happy man be his dole ! 8 He that runs fastest gets the ring . How say you , signior Gremio ? Gre . I am agreed ; and ' would ...
Σελίδα 23
... daughter . But , sirrah , -not for my sake , but your master's , -I ad- vise You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies : When I am alone , why , then I am Tranio ; But in all places else , your master Lucentio . Luc ...
... daughter . But , sirrah , -not for my sake , but your master's , -I ad- vise You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies : When I am alone , why , then I am Tranio ; But in all places else , your master Lucentio . Luc ...
Σελίδα 26
... daughter , beautiful Bianca ; And her withholds from me , and other more Suitors to her , and rivals in my love : Supposing it a thing impossible , ( For those defects i have before rehears'd , ) That ever Katharina will be woo'd ...
... daughter , beautiful Bianca ; And her withholds from me , and other more Suitors to her , and rivals in my love : Supposing it a thing impossible , ( For those defects i have before rehears'd , ) That ever Katharina will be woo'd ...
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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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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.