The Works of William Shakespeare, Τόμος 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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Σελίδα 4
... Sir TOBY BELCH , uncle of Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , steward to Olivia . FABIAN , Clown , } 8 servants to Olivia . OLIVIA , a rich countess . VIOLA , in love with the duke . MARIA , Olivia's woman . Lords , Priests ...
... Sir TOBY BELCH , uncle of Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , steward to Olivia . FABIAN , Clown , } 8 servants to Olivia . OLIVIA , a rich countess . VIOLA , in love with the duke . MARIA , Olivia's woman . Lords , Priests ...
Σελίδα 8
... Sir TOBY BELCH , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , sir Toby , you must come in earli- er o'nights ; your cousin , my lady ...
... Sir TOBY BELCH , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , sir Toby , you must come in earli- er o'nights ; your cousin , my lady ...
Σελίδα 9
... Sir To . He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria . Mar. What's that to the purpose ? Sir To . Why , he has three ... Toby Belch ! how now , sir Toby Belch Sir To . Sweet sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . Mar. And you ...
... Sir To . He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria . Mar. What's that to the purpose ? Sir To . Why , he has three ... Toby Belch ! how now , sir Toby Belch Sir To . Sweet sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . Mar. And you ...
Σελίδα 10
William Shakespeare. quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , sir . Sir And . Good mistress Mary Accost , Sir To . You ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do or not do ? I would Phad bestowed that ...
William Shakespeare. quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , sir . Sir And . Good mistress Mary Accost , Sir To . You ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do or not do ? I would Phad bestowed that ...
Σελίδα 11
... Sir And . ' Faith , I'll home to - morrow , sir Toby your niece will not be seen ; one , she'll none of me : the by , woos her . or , if she be , it's four t count himself , here har Sir To . She'll none o ' the count ; she'll not matc ...
... Sir And . ' Faith , I'll home to - morrow , sir Toby your niece will not be seen ; one , she'll none of me : the by , woos her . or , if she be , it's four t count himself , here har Sir To . She'll none o ' the count ; she'll not matc ...
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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.