The Shakespeare reader: with notes, historical and grammatical by W.S. Dalgleish, 2. cilt |
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Sayfa 146
... spirit , Melancholy , Had baked thy blood , and made it heavy - thick , Which else runs tickling up and down the veins , Making that idiot , Laughter , keep men's eyes And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , — A passion hateful to ...
... spirit , Melancholy , Had baked thy blood , and made it heavy - thick , Which else runs tickling up and down the veins , Making that idiot , Laughter , keep men's eyes And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , — A passion hateful to ...
Sayfa 147
... spirit , against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted breath.- I prithee , lady , go away with me . Const . Lo , now ! now see the issue of your peace ! K. Phi . Patience , good lady ! comfort , gentle Constance ! Const . No , I ...
... spirit , against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted breath.- I prithee , lady , go away with me . Const . Lo , now ! now see the issue of your peace ! K. Phi . Patience , good lady ! comfort , gentle Constance ! Const . No , I ...
Sayfa 152
... spirit out , There is no malice in this burning coal ; And strewed repentant ashes on his head . Hub . But with my breath I can revive it , boy . Arth . An if you do , you will but make it blush And glow with shame of your proceedings ...
... spirit out , There is no malice in this burning coal ; And strewed repentant ashes on his head . Hub . But with my breath I can revive it , boy . Arth . An if you do , you will but make it blush And glow with shame of your proceedings ...
Sayfa 157
... spirit is in these stones : [ Leaps down . Heaven take my soul , and England keep my bones ! [ Dies . 210 Enter PEMBROKE , SALISBURY , BIGOT , and FAULCONBRIDGE . Sal . This is the prison . What is he lies here ? [ Seeing Arthur . Pem ...
... spirit is in these stones : [ Leaps down . Heaven take my soul , and England keep my bones ! [ Dies . 210 Enter PEMBROKE , SALISBURY , BIGOT , and FAULCONBRIDGE . Sal . This is the prison . What is he lies here ? [ Seeing Arthur . Pem ...
Sayfa 163
... spirit . - His neuter for its . 352. But - That not : " your uncle must not know that you are not dead ; " or , not know anything but that you are dead . " must 354. Sleep doubtless ; - . e . , free from doubt or fear . 358. Go closely ...
... spirit . - His neuter for its . 352. But - That not : " your uncle must not know that you are not dead ; " or , not know anything but that you are dead . " must 354. Sleep doubtless ; - . e . , free from doubt or fear . 358. Go closely ...
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Aedile Ariel Arth Arthur Aufidius bear blood Caius Marcius Caliban Cham Citizens Cominius conscience consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom Cromwell dare daughter Dauphin death deeds doth Duke enemy England Enter envy Exeunt eyes father FAULCONBRIDGE fear Ferdinand France friends Gent give gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Hubert ISABELLA of Angoulême Kath KING JOHN king's lady LARTIUS lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain Marchioness of Pembroke MENENIUS Milan Miranda mother ne'er never noble noun Pandulph Patricians peace Pembroke Philip play pray prince Pros Prospero queen revenge Richard II Rome SCENE Senators Shakespeare SICINIUS soul speak spirit stand subjunctive mood sword Tarpeian Rock thee thine Thou art thou hast tongue tribunes unto voices Volsces Volscians Volumnia wife Wolsey words
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Sayfa 256 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Sayfa 254 - 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 for ever hide me.
Sayfa 241 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Sayfa 255 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Sayfa 255 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Sayfa 149 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Sayfa 153 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Sayfa 256 - 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.
Sayfa 169 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye! With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Sayfa 148 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true, I shall see my boy again ; VOL.