The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 1–5 iš 40
12 psl.
... worthy Lord ; and in this match , I hold me highly honour'd of your Grace : And here in fight of Rome , to Saturninus , King and commander of our common - weal , The wide world's Emperor , do I confecrate My fword , my chariot , and my ...
... worthy Lord ; and in this match , I hold me highly honour'd of your Grace : And here in fight of Rome , to Saturninus , King and commander of our common - weal , The wide world's Emperor , do I confecrate My fword , my chariot , and my ...
17 psl.
... worthy Lord , if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine , Then hear me ( peak , indifferently , for all ; And at my fuit ( fweet ) pardon what is past . Sat. What , Madam , be dishonour'd openly , And bafely put it up ...
... worthy Lord , if ever Tamora Were gracious in those princely eyes of thine , Then hear me ( peak , indifferently , for all ; And at my fuit ( fweet ) pardon what is past . Sat. What , Madam , be dishonour'd openly , And bafely put it up ...
37 psl.
... worthy end . Aar . Nay , come , agree whofe hand shall go along , For fear they die before their pardon come . Mar. My hand fhall go . Luc . By heav'n , it fhall not go . Tit . Sirs , ftrive no more , fuch wither'd herbs as these Are ...
... worthy end . Aar . Nay , come , agree whofe hand shall go along , For fear they die before their pardon come . Mar. My hand fhall go . Luc . By heav'n , it fhall not go . Tit . Sirs , ftrive no more , fuch wither'd herbs as these Are ...
39 psl.
... Worthy Andronicus , ill art thou repay'd For that good hand thou fent'ft the Emperor ; Here are the heads of thy two noble fons , And here's thy hand in fcorn to thee fent back j Thy grief's their fport , thy refolution mockt : That woe ...
... Worthy Andronicus , ill art thou repay'd For that good hand thou fent'ft the Emperor ; Here are the heads of thy two noble fons , And here's thy hand in fcorn to thee fent back j Thy grief's their fport , thy refolution mockt : That woe ...
58 psl.
... worthy Goth ! this is th ' incarnate devil That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand ; This is the pearl that pleas'd your Emprefs ' eye , And here's the bafe fruit of his burning luft . Say , wall - ey'd flave , whither would'st thou ...
... worthy Goth ! this is th ' incarnate devil That robb'd Andronicus of his good hand ; This is the pearl that pleas'd your Emprefs ' eye , And here's the bafe fruit of his burning luft . Say , wall - ey'd flave , whither would'st thou ...
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
The Works of Shakespear– In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, 8 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1748 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear feem felf fhall fhew fhould fight flain fleep fome fons forrow foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword Goths Guiderius hand hath heart heav'n Hect Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt Neft noble Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Ulyf what's whofe Witch worfe
Populiarios ištraukos
106 psl. - 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.
88 psl. - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, 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.
93 psl. - What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
189 psl. - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
87 psl. - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
83 psl. - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
93 psl. - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
103 psl. - Come, seeling* night. Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
125 psl. - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
85 psl. - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.