The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, 47. bölüm,1. cilt |
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Sayfa 9
... thy guts ! for gourd and fullamt holds . And high and low beguile the rich and poor : Testert I'll have in pouch , when thou ... art the Mars of malcontents : I second thee ; troop on . SCENE IV - A Room in Dr. Caius ' House . Enter MRS ...
... thy guts ! for gourd and fullamt holds . And high and low beguile the rich and poor : Testert I'll have in pouch , when thou ... art the Mars of malcontents : I second thee ; troop on . SCENE IV - A Room in Dr. Caius ' House . Enter MRS ...
Sayfa 23
... Thou art a Castilian * king , Urinal ! Hector of Greece , my boy ! Caius . I pray you bear vitness that me have stay six or seven , two , tree hours for him , and he is no come . Shal . He is the wiser man , master doctor : he is a ...
... Thou art a Castilian * king , Urinal ! Hector of Greece , my boy ! Caius . I pray you bear vitness that me have stay six or seven , two , tree hours for him , and he is no come . Shal . He is the wiser man , master doctor : he is a ...
Sayfa 29
... Thou art a traitor to say so thou wouldst make an absolute courtier ; and the firm fixture of thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy gait , in a semicircled farthingale . I see what thou wert , if fortune thy foe were not ; nature ...
... Thou art a traitor to say so thou wouldst make an absolute courtier ; and the firm fixture of thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy gait , in a semicircled farthingale . I see what thou wert , if fortune thy foe were not ; nature ...
Sayfa 38
... art thou lunatics ? hast thou no understandings for thy cases , and the numbers of the genders ? as foolish Christian creatures as I would desires . Mrs. Page . Pr'ythee hold thy peace . Thou art Eva . Show me now , William , some ...
... art thou lunatics ? hast thou no understandings for thy cases , and the numbers of the genders ? as foolish Christian creatures as I would desires . Mrs. Page . Pr'ythee hold thy peace . Thou art Eva . Show me now , William , some ...
Sayfa 45
... thou have , boor ? what , thick - skin ? speak , breathe , discuss ; brief , short , quick , snap . Sim . Marry ... Art thou there ? it is thine host , thine Ephesian , calls . Fal . [ above ] . How now , mine host ? Host . Here's a ...
... thou have , boor ? what , thick - skin ? speak , breathe , discuss ; brief , short , quick , snap . Sim . Marry ... Art thou there ? it is thine host , thine Ephesian , calls . Fal . [ above ] . How now , mine host ? Host . Here's a ...
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Sayfa 463 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Sayfa 76 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Sayfa 415 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
Sayfa 348 - 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 what my dream was.
Sayfa 492 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Sayfa 454 - The slaves are ours : — So do I answer you : The pound of flesh, which I demand of him, Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it : If you deny me, fie upon your law ! There is no force in the decrees of Venice : I stand for judgment : answer ; shall I have it?
Sayfa 391 - And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world; Else, none at all in aught proves excellent: Then fools you were, these...
Sayfa 138 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Sayfa 413 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;...
Sayfa 43 - Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle8; And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner.