The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 11 |
Vanuit het boek
Pagina 159
... bless the accurs'd ; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves , And give them title , knee , and approbation , With senators on the bench : this is it , That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ; She , whom the spital - house ...
... bless the accurs'd ; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves , And give them title , knee , and approbation , With senators on the bench : this is it , That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ; She , whom the spital - house ...
Wat mensen zeggen - Een review schrijven
We hebben geen reviews gevonden op de gebruikelijke plaatsen.
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Alcib answer Apem arms Athens attend Aufidius Bawd bear better blood Boult bring comes Cominius common CORIOLANUS daughter dead death doth ears enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fellow Fish Flav fool fortune friends give gods gold gone hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven hold honest honour I'll keep kind king knight lady leave live look lord Marcius Marina master means mother nature ne'er never noble o'the Pain peace Pericles Poet poor pray present prince Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant speak stand sword tell Thai thank thee there's thine thing thou art thought Timon tribunes true turn voices wife wish worthy
Populaire passages
Pagina 159 - Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
Pagina 295 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Pagina 322 - You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Pagina 317 - What is that curt'sy worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.