The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, المجلد 4Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... ANNE , Widow of EDWARD , Prince of WALES , Son to King HENRY VI .; afterwards married to the Duke of GLOSTER . A young daughter of CLARENCE . Lords , and other attendants ; two Gentlemen , a Pursui- vant , Scrivener , Citizens ...
... ANNE , Widow of EDWARD , Prince of WALES , Son to King HENRY VI .; afterwards married to the Duke of GLOSTER . A young daughter of CLARENCE . Lords , and other attendants ; two Gentlemen , a Pursui- vant , Scrivener , Citizens ...
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... ANNE as mourner . Anne . Set down , set down your honourable load , - If honour may be shrouded in a hearse , - Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.- Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ...
... ANNE as mourner . Anne . Set down , set down your honourable load , - If honour may be shrouded in a hearse , - Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.- Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ...
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... Anne . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo . Villains , set down the corse ; or , by Saint Paul , I'll make a corse of him , that disobeys . 1 Gent . My lord , stand back , and let the ...
... Anne . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo . Villains , set down the corse ; or , by Saint Paul , I'll make a corse of him , that disobeys . 1 Gent . My lord , stand back , and let the ...
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... Anne . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.- Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou had'st but power over his mortal body , His soul ...
... Anne . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.- Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou had'st but power over his mortal body , His soul ...
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... Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I know none , and therefore am no beast . Anne . O wonderful , when devils tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful ...
... Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I know none , and therefore am no beast . Anne . O wonderful , when devils tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Aaron Andronicus Anne Bassianus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal CATESBY Cham CHIRON Clar Clarence curse dead dear death deed Demetrius Dorset dost doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Edward Eliz emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace gracious hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Kath King RICHARD king's lady Lavinia live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lucius Lysander madam Marcus mother Murd murder never night noble peace PHILOSTRATE pity pray prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin revenge Rich Richmond Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sleep sons sorrow soul speak Stan sweet Tamora tears tell thee Theseus thine Thisby thou art thou hast Titania Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue unto weep
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الصفحة 286 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
الصفحة 295 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
الصفحة 134 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
الصفحة 6 - 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.
الصفحة 6 - But I. that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at mo as I halt by them...
الصفحة 237 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
الصفحة 34 - As we paced along • Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
الصفحة 337 - I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report...
الصفحة 234 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
الصفحة 35 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.