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 19
... 22 We all were sea - swallow'd , though some cast again ; 23 And , by that destiny , to perform an act , Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come , In yours and my discharge . Seb . What stuff is this ! How say you ? ' Tis true ...
... 22 We all were sea - swallow'd , though some cast again ; 23 And , by that destiny , to perform an act , Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come , In yours and my discharge . Seb . What stuff is this ! How say you ? ' Tis true ...
Pagina 22
... has been said to be " Cain with his thorn - bush ; " and an Italian once pointed out to the Editors the figure of a dog in the full moon . Cal . I'll kiss thy foot : I'll swear myself 22 ACT II . ] [ SCENE II . THE TEMPEST .
... has been said to be " Cain with his thorn - bush ; " and an Italian once pointed out to the Editors the figure of a dog in the full moon . Cal . I'll kiss thy foot : I'll swear myself 22 ACT II . ] [ SCENE II . THE TEMPEST .
Pagina 29
... 22. Praise in departing . A proverbial expression , sig- nifying ' Stay till the close of your entertainment ere you com- mend it . ' " 23 Each putter - out of five for one . We must understand on " here for " of , " it being often used ...
... 22. Praise in departing . A proverbial expression , sig- nifying ' Stay till the close of your entertainment ere you com- mend it . ' " 23 Each putter - out of five for one . We must understand on " here for " of , " it being often used ...
Pagina 35
... 22 Caliban . Ari . Ay , my commander : when I presented Ceres , 23 I thought to have told thee of it ; but I fear'd , Lest I might anger thee . Pros . Say again , where did'st thou leave these varlets ? Ari . I told you , sir , they ...
... 22 Caliban . Ari . Ay , my commander : when I presented Ceres , 23 I thought to have told thee of it ; but I fear'd , Lest I might anger thee . Pros . Say again , where did'st thou leave these varlets ? Ari . I told you , sir , they ...
Pagina 40
... 22 That they devour their reason , and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth , their words Are natural breath ; but , howsoe'er you have represented in salad . Prospero figuratively uses the word " subtilties " for the strange ...
... 22 That they devour their reason , and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth , their words Are natural breath ; but , howsoe'er you have represented in salad . Prospero figuratively uses the word " subtilties " for the strange ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
allusion Angelo Antonio bear better Biron Boyet brother Claud Claudio Comedy of Errors daughter dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit expression eyes fair father Folio fool Ford gentle Gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona give grace hath hear heart Heaven hither honour husband Isab Kath King knave lady Launce Leon Leonato look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor means Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Merry Wives Midsummer Night's Dream misprinted mistress never night Note passage Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pray Proteus Re-enter Rosalind SCENE sense Shakespeare Shylock Signior speak speech swear sweet tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast tongue true Twelfth Night Venice wife woman word
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....