Cassell's illustrated Shakespeare. The plays of Shakespeare, ed. and annotated by C. and M.C. Clarke, illustr. by H.C. Selous, Partea 178,Volumul 1 |
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Pagina 6
... Tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mir . Pros . Oh , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , — Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter , —who Art ignorant of what thou art , naught knowing Of ...
... Tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mir . Pros . Oh , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , — Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter , —who Art ignorant of what thou art , naught knowing Of ...
Pagina 22
... tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell who's your friend ; open your chaps again . Trin . I should know that voice : it should be— but he is drowned , and these are devils . Oh ! de- fend me . Ste . How didst thou'scape ? How cam ...
... tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell who's your friend ; open your chaps again . Trin . I should know that voice : it should be— but he is drowned , and these are devils . Oh ! de- fend me . Ste . How didst thou'scape ? How cam ...
Pagina 26
... Tell not me : -when the butt is out , we will drink water ; not a drop before : therefore bear up , and board ' em . - Servant - monster , drink to me . Trin . ' Servant - monster ? ' the folly of this is- land ! They say , there's but ...
... Tell not me : -when the butt is out , we will drink water ; not a drop before : therefore bear up , and board ' em . - Servant - monster , drink to me . Trin . ' Servant - monster ? ' the folly of this is- land ! They say , there's but ...
Pagina 52
... tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie , for catching cold.25 Jul . I see you have a month's mind to them . Luc . Ay , madam ...
... tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie , for catching cold.25 Jul . I see you have a month's mind to them . Luc . Ay , madam ...
Pagina 63
... tell thee , my master is become a hot lover . Launce . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt , go with me to the alehouse ; if not , thou art a Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a ...
... tell thee , my master is become a hot lover . Launce . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt , go with me to the alehouse ; if not , thou art a Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Act ii answer appears bear Beat believe better Biron bring brother comes Count daughter death desire doth Duke effect Enter Exeunt Exit expression eyes face fair father fear Folio follow fool Ford French gentle give given grace hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hold honour husband I'll Italy keep kind King lady leave Leon live look lord lost madam marry master means Measure merry mind mistress nature never night Note passage person play poor pray present printed reason reference SCENE seems sense sentence serve Shakespeare sometimes speak speech Speed spirit stand stay sweet tell term thank thee thing thou thou art thought Touch true turn wife woman word young
Pasaje populare
Pagina 334 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pagina 392 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Pagina 234 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pagina 320 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 443 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide . For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Pagina 148 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder. — Merciful Heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle...
Pagina 334 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Pagina 44 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell ; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands : Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; • And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....