The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, 4. cilt |
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Sayfa 12
... hang themselves in their own straps . Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you : I heard my lady talk of it yesterday ; and of a foolish knight , that you brought in one night here , to be her wooer . Sir To . Who ? Sir Andrew Ague ...
... hang themselves in their own straps . Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you : I heard my lady talk of it yesterday ; and of a foolish knight , that you brought in one night here , to be her wooer . Sir To . Who ? Sir Andrew Ague ...
Sayfa 16
... hangs like flax on a distaff ; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs , and spin it off . Sir An . Faith , I'll home to - morrow , sir Toby : your niece will not be seen ; or , if she be , it's four to one she ' ll ...
... hangs like flax on a distaff ; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs , and spin it off . Sir An . Faith , I'll home to - morrow , sir Toby : your niece will not be seen ; or , if she be , it's four to one she ' ll ...
Sayfa 20
... hang me : he , that is well hanged in this world , needs to fear no colors . Mar. Make that good . Clown . He shall ... hanging to you ? Clown . Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage ; and , for turning away , let summer bear it ...
... hang me : he , that is well hanged in this world , needs to fear no colors . Mar. Make that good . Clown . He shall ... hanging to you ? Clown . Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage ; and , for turning away , let summer bear it ...
Sayfa 40
... be gone . ' Mal . Nay , good sir Toby . Clown . His eyes do show his days are almost done . ' 1 Botchers of old clothes and shoes were called coziers . 2 Go , and hang yourself . Mal . Is ' t even so ? " Sir 40 ACT II . TWELFTH NIGHT .
... be gone . ' Mal . Nay , good sir Toby . Clown . His eyes do show his days are almost done . ' 1 Botchers of old clothes and shoes were called coziers . 2 Go , and hang yourself . Mal . Is ' t even so ? " Sir 40 ACT II . TWELFTH NIGHT .
Sayfa 54
... hang thee , brock ! 1 Mal . I may command , where I adore : But silence , like a Lucrece knife , With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore : M , O , A , I doth sway my life . ' Fab . A fustian riddle ! Sir To . Excellent wench , say I ...
... hang thee , brock ! 1 Mal . I may command , where I adore : But silence , like a Lucrece knife , With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore : M , O , A , I doth sway my life . ' Fab . A fustian riddle ! Sir To . Excellent wench , say I ...
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Antonio Audrey Beatrice Beau better Borachio brother Celia Clau Clown cousin daughter dear Don John Don Pedro dost thou doth Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fellow fool forest forest of Arden fortune Friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart Hero hither honor Illyria Jaques lady Leonato live look lord madam Malvolio Maria marry master Master constable mistress never niece night Olivia Orlando Orsino Phebe pr'ythee pray prince Rosalind SCENE Sebastian SHAK signior Benedick sing sir Andrew SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK SIR TOBY BELCH sir Topas soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art thou hast to-morrow tongue Touch troth TWELFTH NIGHT Viola wilt woman word youth
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Sayfa 277 - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Sayfa 281 - And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress...
Sayfa 266 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Sayfa 288 - Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.
Sayfa 283 - Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Sayfa 156 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sayfa 47 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.