The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Τόμος 3 |
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Σελίδα 6
... lady : You must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . Hel . O , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have ...
... lady : You must hold the credit of your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . Hel . O , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have ...
Σελίδα 41
... lady ! Hel . I hope , sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on : and to keep them on , have them still . - O , my knave ! How does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
... lady ! Hel . I hope , sir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on : and to keep them on , have them still . - O , my knave ! How does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
Σελίδα 48
... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is some comfort in the news , some comfort ; your son will not be killed so soon as I thought he would . Count . Why should he be kill'd ? Clo . So say I , madam , if he run away ...
... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is some comfort in the news , some comfort ; your son will not be killed so soon as I thought he would . Count . Why should he be kill'd ? Clo . So say I , madam , if he run away ...
Σελίδα 49
... lady , have a better cheer ; If thou eugrossest all the griefs are thine , Thou robb'st me of a moiety : He was my son ; But I do wash his name out of my blood , And thou art all my child . - Towards Florence is he ? 2 Gent . Ay , madam ...
... lady , have a better cheer ; If thou eugrossest all the griefs are thine , Thou robb'st me of a moiety : He was my son ; But I do wash his name out of my blood , And thou art all my child . - Towards Florence is he ? 2 Gent . Ay , madam ...
Σελίδα 50
... lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wicked- ness . My son corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement , Indeed , good lady ,. 1 Gen. The fellow has a deal of that , too much , Which holds him much to have ...
... lady , he . Count . A very tainted fellow , and full of wicked- ness . My son corrupts a well - derived nature With his inducement , Indeed , good lady ,. 1 Gen. The fellow has a deal of that , too much , Which holds him much to have ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the is't Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Narbon never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister sleep speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife Witch
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Σελίδα 378 - 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 374 - 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...
Σελίδα 250 - 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...
Σελίδα 378 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Σελίδα 188 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Σελίδα 382 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep...
Σελίδα 382 - 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 367 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Σελίδα 426 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Σελίδα 406 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.