The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Pagina 15
... Marry , at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus's chin . Cre . An't had been a green hair , I fhould have laught too . Pan . They laught not fo much at the hair , as at his pretty answer . Cre . What was his answer ? Pan . Quoth ...
... Marry , at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus's chin . Cre . An't had been a green hair , I fhould have laught too . Pan . They laught not fo much at the hair , as at his pretty answer . Cre . What was his answer ? Pan . Quoth ...
Pagina 35
... Marry , this , Sir , is proclaim'd through all our Hoft , That Hector , by the fifth hour of the Sun , Will , with a trumpet , ' twixt our Tents and Troy , To - morrow morning call fome Knight to arms , That hath a ftomach , fuch a one ...
... Marry , this , Sir , is proclaim'd through all our Hoft , That Hector , by the fifth hour of the Sun , Will , with a trumpet , ' twixt our Tents and Troy , To - morrow morning call fome Knight to arms , That hath a ftomach , fuch a one ...
Pagina 50
... marry , Sir , at the request of Paris my lord , who's there in perfon ; with him the mortal Venus , the heart - blood of beauty , love's vifible foul . Pan . Who , my coufin Creffida ? Ser . No , Sir , Helen ; could you not find out ...
... marry , Sir , at the request of Paris my lord , who's there in perfon ; with him the mortal Venus , the heart - blood of beauty , love's vifible foul . Pan . Who , my coufin Creffida ? Ser . No , Sir , Helen ; could you not find out ...
Pagina 51
... marry thus , my lord my dear lord , and moft efteemed Friend , your brother Troilus- Helen . My lord Pandarus , honey - fweet lord , Pan . Go to , fweet Queen , go to- Commends himself molt affectionately to you . Helen . You shall not ...
... marry thus , my lord my dear lord , and moft efteemed Friend , your brother Troilus- Helen . My lord Pandarus , honey - fweet lord , Pan . Go to , fweet Queen , go to- Commends himself molt affectionately to you . Helen . You shall not ...
Pagina 64
... marry'd there . Where it may fee its felf ; this is not strange . Ulyff . I do not ftrain at the pofition , It is familiar ; but the author's drift ; Who , in his circumftance , exprefly proves That no man is the lord of any thing ...
... marry'd there . Where it may fee its felf ; this is not strange . Ulyff . I do not ftrain at the pofition , It is familiar ; but the author's drift ; Who , in his circumftance , exprefly proves That no man is the lord of any thing ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brabantio Caffio Calchas Capulet Clown Creffid Cyprus dead dear death Defdemona Diomede doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Farewel father feem fhall fhew fhould flain fleep fome foul fpeak fpirit Friar Lawrence ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Hamlet hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honeft houſe huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes lord Menelaus Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night Nurfe Nurſe Othello Pandarus Paris Patroclus pleaſe Polonius pray prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Rodorigo Romeo ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther there's theſe thofe thou art Troi Troilus Tybalt Ulyff uſe villain Warb whofe wife yourſelf
Pasaje populare
Pagina 65 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pagina 144 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Pagina 274 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Pagina 275 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pagina 285 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Pagina 324 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Pagina 242 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pagina 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Pagina 136 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pagina 286 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.