The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Том 7A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 6 - 10 от 99.
Страница 37
... Shall be ftruck off . Hector , what fay you to't ? Hect . Though no man leffer fears the Greeks than I , As far as touches my particular , yet There is no lady of more fofter bowels , More fpungy to fuck in the fenfe of fear , More ...
... Shall be ftruck off . Hector , what fay you to't ? Hect . Though no man leffer fears the Greeks than I , As far as touches my particular , yet There is no lady of more fofter bowels , More fpungy to fuck in the fenfe of fear , More ...
Страница 49
... shall not fin , If you do fay , we think him over - proud , In felf - affumption greater than in note Of judgment : fay , men worthier than himself Here tend the favage ftrangeness he puts on , Difguife the holy ftrength of their ...
... shall not fin , If you do fay , we think him over - proud , In felf - affumption greater than in note Of judgment : fay , men worthier than himself Here tend the favage ftrangeness he puts on , Difguife the holy ftrength of their ...
Страница 51
... Shall the proud lord , That baftes his arrogance with his own feam , And never fuffers matters of the world Enter his thoughts , ( fave fuch as do revolve And ruminate himself , ) fhall he be worship'd Of That , we hold an idol more ...
... Shall the proud lord , That baftes his arrogance with his own feam , And never fuffers matters of the world Enter his thoughts , ( fave fuch as do revolve And ruminate himself , ) fhall he be worship'd Of That , we hold an idol more ...
Страница 53
... Shall I call you father ? Ulyf . Ay , my good fon . Dio . Be rul'd by him , lord Ajax . Uly . There is no tarrying here ; the Hart Achilles Keeps thicket ; please it our great General To call together all his State of war ; Fresh Kings ...
... Shall I call you father ? Ulyf . Ay , my good fon . Dio . Be rul'd by him , lord Ajax . Uly . There is no tarrying here ; the Hart Achilles Keeps thicket ; please it our great General To call together all his State of war ; Fresh Kings ...
Страница 56
... shall not ferve your turn , that shall it not in truth , la . Nay , I care not for fuch words , no , no Pan . And , my lord , he defires you , that if the King call for him at fupper , you will make his excuse . Helen . My lord Pandarus ...
... shall not ferve your turn , that shall it not in truth , la . Nay , I care not for fuch words , no , no Pan . And , my lord , he defires you , that if the King call for him at fupper , you will make his excuse . Helen . My lord Pandarus ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio Calchas call'd Capulet Clown death Desdemona Diomede doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair falfe fame father feems felf fhall fhew fhould firft flain fleep fome foul fpeak ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Hamlet hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honeft honour houſe i'th Iago is't Juliet King lady Laer Laertes laft lord Menelaus moft moſt muft murther muſt Neft night Nurfe Nurſe Othello Paffage Pandarus Patroclus Poet Polonius Pope pray Priam purpoſe Quarto Queen Reaſon Rodorigo Romeo Senfe Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther there's theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Tybalt uſe whofe wife William Shakespeare word
Популярни откъси
Страница 70 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Страница 281 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
Страница 251 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Страница 292 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Страница 327 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Страница 170 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Страница 443 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Страница 247 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Страница 154 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Страница 274 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.