The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes, by A. Chalmers, Volumul 4 |
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Pagina 14
... mind , Soul - killing witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like liberties of sin : 1 If it prove so , I will begone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave ; I ...
... mind , Soul - killing witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like liberties of sin : 1 If it prove so , I will begone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave ; I ...
Pagina 16
... mind ? Dro . E. Ay , ay , he told his mind upon mine ear ; Beshrew his hand , I scarce could understand it . Luc . Spake he so doubtfully , thou could'st not feel his meaning ? Dro . E. Nay , he struck so plainly , I could too well feel ...
... mind ? Dro . E. Ay , ay , he told his mind upon mine ear ; Beshrew his hand , I scarce could understand it . Luc . Spake he so doubtfully , thou could'st not feel his meaning ? Dro . E. Nay , he struck so plainly , I could too well feel ...
Pagina 25
... mind , and so am I. Dro . S. Nay , master , both in mind , and in my shape . Ant . S. Thou hast thine own form . Dro . S. No , I am an ape . Luc . If thou art chang'd to aught , ' tis to an ass . Dro . S. ' Tis true ; she rides me , and ...
... mind , and so am I. Dro . S. Nay , master , both in mind , and in my shape . Ant . S. Thou hast thine own form . Dro . S. No , I am an ape . Luc . If thou art chang'd to aught , ' tis to an ass . Dro . S. ' Tis true ; she rides me , and ...
Pagina 42
... mind , Luc . Who would be jealous then of such a one ? No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone . Adr . Ah ! but I think him better than I say , And yet would herein others ' eyes were worse : Far from her nest the lapwing cries away ; 2 ...
... mind , Luc . Who would be jealous then of such a one ? No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone . Adr . Ah ! but I think him better than I say , And yet would herein others ' eyes were worse : Far from her nest the lapwing cries away ; 2 ...
Pagina 85
... mind for pre - eminence . Or , - There is a con- - test in his mind whether he should indulge his desire of publishing to the world the commendations due to your heroism , or whether he should remain in silent admiration of what no ...
... mind for pre - eminence . Or , - There is a con- - test in his mind whether he should indulge his desire of publishing to the world the commendations due to your heroism , or whether he should remain in silent admiration of what no ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bishop of CARLISLE blood Boling Bolingbroke breath castle cousin crown death devil doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour horse Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John king Richard Lady land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty MALONE means murder never night noble Northumberland peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shame sleep soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle villain wife Witch word York
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Pagina 232 - Grief fills the room up of .my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 87 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Pagina 92 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withaL Enter an Attendant.
Pagina 483 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Pagina 105 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight .' or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable 40 As this which now I draw.
Pagina 329 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : — For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning...
Pagina 132 - 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.
Pagina 93 - 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 ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief...
Pagina 472 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pagina 329 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?