The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
Din interiorul cărții
Rezultatele 6 - 10 din 56
Pagina 32
... hand you offer to break in , Now in the stirring passage of the day , A vulgar comment will be made on it ; And that supposed by the common rout Against your yet ungalled estimation , That may with foul intrusion enter in , And dwell ...
... hand you offer to break in , Now in the stirring passage of the day , A vulgar comment will be made on it ; And that supposed by the common rout Against your yet ungalled estimation , That may with foul intrusion enter in , And dwell ...
Pagina 35
... hand . Luc . O , soft , sir , hold you still ; I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Exit Luc . Enter , from the House of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus , DROMIO of Syracuse . Ant . S. Why , how now , Dromio ? where run'st thou so fast ...
... hand . Luc . O , soft , sir , hold you still ; I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Exit Luc . Enter , from the House of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus , DROMIO of Syracuse . Ant . S. Why , how now , Dromio ? where run'st thou so fast ...
Pagina 37
... hand . Ant . S. Where France ? Dro . S. In her forehead ; armed and reverted , mak- ing war against her hair . Ant . S. Where England ? Dro . S. I looked for the chalky cliffs , but I could find no whiteness in them : but I guess , it ...
... hand . Ant . S. Where France ? Dro . S. In her forehead ; armed and reverted , mak- ing war against her hair . Ant . S. Where England ? Dro . S. I looked for the chalky cliffs , but I could find no whiteness in them : but I guess , it ...
Pagina 51
... hands . Ant . E. Thou whoreson , senseless villain ! Dro . E. I would I were senseless , sir , that I might not feel your blows . Ant . E. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows , and so is an ass . Dro . E. I am an ass , indeed ; you ...
... hands . Ant . E. Thou whoreson , senseless villain ! Dro . E. I would I were senseless , sir , that I might not feel your blows . Ant . E. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows , and so is an ass . Dro . E. I am an ass , indeed ; you ...
Pagina 52
... hand , and let me feel your pulse . Ant . E. There is my hand , and let it feel your ear . Pinch . I charge thee , Satan , hous'd within this man , To yield possession to my holy prayers , And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight ...
... hand , and let me feel your pulse . Ant . E. There is my hand , and let it feel your ear . Pinch . I charge thee , Satan , hous'd within this man , To yield possession to my holy prayers , And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ANTIPHOLUS Aquitain ARMADO Baptista Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Biron Boyet chain comes Cost COSTARD Curt daughter dost thou doth Dromio ducats Duke Dull Dumain Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fool forsworn gentle gentleman give grace Grumio hand hath hear heart hither horse Hortensio husband Kate Kath KATHARINA King knock l'envoy lady Long Longaville look lord Lucentio madam Marry master merry mistress Moth Nath Navarre ne'er never oath Padua Petruchio Pisa Pompey pray Prin princess quoth Rosaline SCENE Servant shrew signior Gremio Sirrah sister speak stay sweet Syracusan Syracuse tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast to-day tongue Tranio unto villain Vincentio wench What's wife wilt withal woman word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 262 - 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-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Pagina 209 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Pagina 261 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pagina 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...