The Plays of William Shakespeare, Τόμος 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 306
... Mach . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind .- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the insane root , That takes the reason prisoner ? Mach ...
... Mach . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind .- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the insane root , That takes the reason prisoner ? Mach ...
Σελίδα 307
... Mach . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was Combin'd with Norway ; or did line the ...
... Mach . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was Combin'd with Norway ; or did line the ...
Σελίδα 308
... Mach . To - morrow , -as he purposes . Lady M. O , never Shall sun that morrow see ! Your face , my thane , is as a book , where men May read strange matters : -To beguile the time , Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye , Your ...
... Mach . To - morrow , -as he purposes . Lady M. O , never Shall sun that morrow see ! Your face , my thane , is as a book , where men May read strange matters : -To beguile the time , Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye , Your ...
Σελίδα 309
... Mach . We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people , Which would be worn now in their newest gloss , Not cast aside so soon . Lady M. Was the ...
... Mach . We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people , Which would be worn now in their newest gloss , Not cast aside so soon . Lady M. Was the ...
Σελίδα 310
... Mach . Go , bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready , She strike upon the bell . Get thee to - bed . [ Exit Ser ... Mach . There's one did laugh in his sleep , and one cried , murder ! That they did wake each other ; I stood and ...
... Mach . Go , bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready , She strike upon the bell . Get thee to - bed . [ Exit Ser ... Mach . There's one did laugh in his sleep , and one cried , murder ! That they did wake each other ; I stood and ...
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arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood brother Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Jack Cade Kath king knave lady Laun Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd Mach madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress ne'er never night noble Northumberland Orla pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
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Σελίδα 224 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Σελίδα 321 - 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 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Σελίδα 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Σελίδα 316 - 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. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Σελίδα 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Σελίδα 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Σελίδα 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Σελίδα 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Σελίδα 314 - 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...