The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 6 tomas
H. Woodfall, 1767
Ką žmonės sako - Rašyti recenziją
Neradome recenzijų įprastose vietose.
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Apem arms bear better blood bring brother changes comes Coriolanus Corn daughter dead death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fame father fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fight follow fome Fool fortune foul fpeak friends ftand fuch fword give gods grace hand hath head hear heart hold honour I'll keep Kent King Lady Lear leave live look Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth mafter Marcius means moft mother muft nature never night noble once paffage peace poet poor pray Rome SCENE ſpeak tears tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thing thofe thou thou art thought Timon Titus tongue tribunes true voices whofe wife worthy
336 psl. - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
101 psl. - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
311 psl. - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
307 psl. - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
116 psl. - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
8 psl. - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
313 psl. - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time ; for, from this instant, There 's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
106 psl. - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
304 psl. - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
304 psl. - If we should fail ? Lady M. We fail ! But screw your courage to the stickingplace, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...