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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... dead by thee ? Clar . My brother's love , the devil , and my rage . 1 Murd . Thy brother's love , our duty , and thy fault . Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee . Clar . If you do love my brother , hate not me ; I am his brother ...
... dead by thee ? Clar . My brother's love , the devil , and my rage . 1 Murd . Thy brother's love , our duty , and thy fault . Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee . Clar . If you do love my brother , hate not me ; I am his brother ...
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... dead ? You do him injury , to scorn his corse . [ They all start . K. Edw . Who knows not , he is dead ! who knows he is ? Q. Eliz . All - seeing heaven , what a world is this ! Buck . Look I so pale , lord Dorset , as the rest ? Dor ...
... dead ? You do him injury , to scorn his corse . [ They all start . K. Edw . Who knows not , he is dead ! who knows he is ? Q. Eliz . All - seeing heaven , what a world is this ! Buck . Look I so pale , lord Dorset , as the rest ? Dor ...
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... dead ? Duch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you weep so oft ? and beat your breast ; And cry - O Clarence , my unhappy son ! Son . Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us - orphans , wretches , cast - aways , If that our ...
... dead ? Duch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you weep so oft ? and beat your breast ; And cry - O Clarence , my unhappy son ! Son . Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us - orphans , wretches , cast - aways , If that our ...
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... violence : - Edward , my lord , thy son , our king , is dead.- Why grow the branches , when the root is gone ? Why wither not the leaves , that want their sap ? - If you will live , lament ; if die , SCENE 11 . 51 KING RICHARD M.
... violence : - Edward , my lord , thy son , our king , is dead.- Why grow the branches , when the root is gone ? Why wither not the leaves , that want their sap ? - If you will live , lament ; if die , SCENE 11 . 51 KING RICHARD M.
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... in him your comfort lives : Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave , And plant your joys in living Edward's throne . VOL . IX . D Enter GLOSTER , BUCKINGHAM , STANLEY , HASTINGS , RATCLIFF SCENE 11 . 53 KING RICHARD 11 .
... in him your comfort lives : Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave , And plant your joys in living Edward's throne . VOL . IX . D Enter GLOSTER , BUCKINGHAM , STANLEY , HASTINGS , RATCLIFF SCENE 11 . 53 KING RICHARD 11 .
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 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 144 - 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 2 - 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 2 - 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.