The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, Volumul 12 |
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Pagina 11
... fair beholders , that our play Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils , ' Ginning in the middle ; starting thence away To what may be digested in a play . Like , or find fault ; do as your pleasures are ; Now good , or bad ...
... fair beholders , that our play Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils , ' Ginning in the middle ; starting thence away To what may be digested in a play . Like , or find fault ; do as your pleasures are ; Now good , or bad ...
Pagina 14
... fair Cressid comes into my thoughts , — So , traitor ! —when she comes ! -When is she thence ? 6 Pan . Well , she looked yesternight fairer that ever I saw her look , or any woman else . Tro . I was about to tell thee , -When my heart ...
... fair Cressid comes into my thoughts , — So , traitor ! —when she comes ! -When is she thence ? 6 Pan . Well , she looked yesternight fairer that ever I saw her look , or any woman else . Tro . I was about to tell thee , -When my heart ...
Pagina 15
... fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O , that her hand , 8 — in wrinkle of a smile : ] So , in Twelfth Night : " He doth smile his face into ...
... fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O , that her hand , 8 — in wrinkle of a smile : ] So , in Twelfth Night : " He doth smile his face into ...
Pagina 17
... fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sunday . But what care I ? I care not , and she were a black - a - moor ; ' tis all one to me . Tro . Say I , she is not fair ? Pan . I do not ...
... fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sunday . But what care I ? I care not , and she were a black - a - moor ; ' tis all one to me . Tro . Say I , she is not fair ? Pan . I do not ...
Pagina 18
... fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he's as ...
... fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he's as ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou beauty Ben Jonson blood breath brest Calchas called Capulet Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth edition editors Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio fool frend Friar fryer give Grecian Greeks hand hart hath heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Johnson Juliet King Henry kiss lady lord lovers lyfe Malone Mason means Menelaus Mercutio Montague mynde Neoptolemus Nestor night nurce Nurse old copies Pandarus Paris passage Patr Patroclus play poem poet Pope prince quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece reading Romeo Romeus scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's speak speech Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee Ther Thersites theyr thing thou art thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy true Tybalt Ulyss unto Warburton word
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Pagina 272 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Pagina 253 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Pagina 264 - What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Pagina 292 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume : the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore love moderately ; long love doth so ; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Pagina 322 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pagina 265 - How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore ? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Pagina 268 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Pagina 42 - And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 306 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Pagina 116 - To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...