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 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 23.
Strana 9
... Whose smoke , like incenfe , doth perfume the sky . Remaineth nought but to interr our brethren , And with loud larums welcome them to Rome . Tit . Let it be fo , and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewel to their fouls . [ Then ...
... Whose smoke , like incenfe , doth perfume the sky . Remaineth nought but to interr our brethren , And with loud larums welcome them to Rome . Tit . Let it be fo , and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewel to their fouls . [ Then ...
Strana 17
... Whose fury not diffembled speaks his griefs : Then at my fuit look graciously on him , Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose , Nor with four looks afflict his gentle heart.- My Lord , be rul'd by me , be won at last , Diffemble all ...
... Whose fury not diffembled speaks his griefs : Then at my fuit look graciously on him , Lose not so noble a friend on vain suppose , Nor with four looks afflict his gentle heart.- My Lord , be rul'd by me , be won at last , Diffemble all ...
Strana 57
... ( Whose name was once our terror , now our comfort , ) Whofe high exploits and honourable deeds Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt , Be bold in us , we'll follow where thou lead'ft ; Like ftinging bees in hotteft fummer's day ...
... ( Whose name was once our terror , now our comfort , ) Whofe high exploits and honourable deeds Ingrateful Rome requites with foul contempt , Be bold in us , we'll follow where thou lead'ft ; Like ftinging bees in hotteft fummer's day ...
Strana 58
... whose brat thou art , Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look , Villain , thou might'ft have been an Emperor : But where the bull and cow are both milk - white , They never do beget a coal - black calf ; Peace , villain , peace ...
... whose brat thou art , Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look , Villain , thou might'ft have been an Emperor : But where the bull and cow are both milk - white , They never do beget a coal - black calf ; Peace , villain , peace ...
Strana 83
... Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman . [ Exeunt . 7 SCENE VII . An Apartment in Macbeth's Cafile at Inverness H 2 The Tragedy of Macbeth . 83 Is to receive our duties; and our duties ...
... Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman . [ Exeunt . 7 SCENE VII . An Apartment in Macbeth's Cafile at Inverness H 2 The Tragedy of Macbeth . 83 Is to receive our duties; and our duties ...
Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
The Works of Shakespear: In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, Zväzok 8 William Shakespeare Úplné zobrazenie - 1748 |
Časté výrazy a frázy
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
Populárne pasáže
Strana 106 - 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.
Strana 88 - 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.
Strana 93 - 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.
Strana 189 - 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...
Strana 87 - 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.
Strana 83 - 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.
Strana 93 - 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.
Strana 103 - 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!
Strana 125 - 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.
Strana 85 - 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.