The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volym 3R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
Från bokens innehåll
Resultat 1-5 av 77
Sida 6
... she would have followed her exile , or have died to stay behind her . She is at the court , and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter ; and never two ladies loved as they do . Oli . Where will the old duke live ? Cha . They ...
... she would have followed her exile , or have died to stay behind her . She is at the court , and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter ; and never two ladies loved as they do . Oli . Where will the old duke live ? Cha . They ...
Sida 9
... Tis true : for thofe , that the makes fair , fhe fcarce makes honest ; and those , that she makes honeft , the makes very ill - favour'dly . B Rof Rof . Nay , now thou goeft from fortune's office- Aa 1 . i9 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... Tis true : for thofe , that the makes fair , fhe fcarce makes honest ; and those , that she makes honeft , the makes very ill - favour'dly . B Rof Rof . Nay , now thou goeft from fortune's office- Aa 1 . i9 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Sida 20
... She is too fubtile for thee ; and her smooth- Her very filence , and her patience , Speak to the people , and they pity her . [ nefs , Thou art a fool : the robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt fhow more bright , and feem more virtuous ...
... She is too fubtile for thee ; and her smooth- Her very filence , and her patience , Speak to the people , and they pity her . [ nefs , Thou art a fool : the robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt fhow more bright , and feem more virtuous ...
Sida 50
... not like her name . Orla . There was no thought of pleasing you when she was chriften'd . Jaq . What ftature is fhe of ? Orla . Juft as high as my heart Jaq . Faq . You are full of pretty anfwers : Have 50 Aa fik AS YOU LIKE IT .
... not like her name . Orla . There was no thought of pleasing you when she was chriften'd . Jaq . What ftature is fhe of ? Orla . Juft as high as my heart Jaq . Faq . You are full of pretty anfwers : Have 50 Aa fik AS YOU LIKE IT .
Sida 53
... she is kindled . Orla . Your accent is fomething finer than you could purchase in fo removed a dwelling . Rof . I have been told so of many : but , indeed , an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak , who was in his youth an in ...
... she is kindled . Orla . Your accent is fomething finer than you could purchase in fo removed a dwelling . Rof . I have been told so of many : but , indeed , an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak , who was in his youth an in ...
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare. With Introductory Prefaces to ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1798 |
Vanliga ord och fraser
Afide againſt Anne ANTIGONUS becauſe blood Bohemia brother Buck Buckingham Camillo Catef CATESBY Clar Clarence CLEOMENES coufin curfe daughter death defire doft doth Duke Edward elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe father fear feems feven fhall fhepherd fhould fince flain fleep fome fool foreft forrow foul fpeak ftand fuch fwear fweet gentle gentleman grace Haftings hath heart heaven Hermione himſelf honour huſband kifs king lady Laun lefs live look lord madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft Murd muſt myſelf Orla Orlando pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent prince Protheus Queen reafon Rich Rofalind SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Silvia ſpeak Speed ſtay ſtill tell thee thefe theſe thoſe thou art thouſand Thurio unto Valentine whofe wife yourſelf
Populära avsnitt
Sida 14 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Sida 27 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Sida 53 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Sida 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Sida 22 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sida 39 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Sida 23 - Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad.' ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in, stones, and good in every thing.
Sida 69 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Sida 39 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Sida 2 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.