The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - Всего страниц: 38 |
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... live and be happy after , if he could sustain this world's burden after , why all this pudder and preparation ? why torment us with all this unnecessary sympathy ? —as if the childish pleasure of getting his gilt robes and sceptre again ...
... live and be happy after , if he could sustain this world's burden after , why all this pudder and preparation ? why torment us with all this unnecessary sympathy ? —as if the childish pleasure of getting his gilt robes and sceptre again ...
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... lives hence , and banishment is here . The gods to their dear shelter take thee , maid , Sand [ To CORDELIA . That justly think'st , and hast most rightly said ! And your large speeches may your deeds approve , [ To REGAN and GONERIL ...
... lives hence , and banishment is here . The gods to their dear shelter take thee , maid , Sand [ To CORDELIA . That justly think'st , and hast most rightly said ! And your large speeches may your deeds approve , [ To REGAN and GONERIL ...
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... live the beloved of your brother , Edgar ! -- Humph - Conspiracy ! --- Sleep till I waked him - you should enjoy half his revenue , —my son Edgar ! -Had he a hand to write this ? a heart and brain to breed it in ? -When came this to you ...
... live the beloved of your brother , Edgar ! -- Humph - Conspiracy ! --- Sleep till I waked him - you should enjoy half his revenue , —my son Edgar ! -Had he a hand to write this ? a heart and brain to breed it in ? -When came this to you ...
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... lives in mercy . ] Oswald , I say ! Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust too far ; Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart ; What he hath uttered , I have writ my ...
... lives in mercy . ] Oswald , I say ! Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust too far ; Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart ; What he hath uttered , I have writ my ...
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... lives ; He dies , that strikes again . What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . 1 Kent . No marvel , you have so bestirred ...
... lives ; He dies , that strikes again . What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . 1 Kent . No marvel , you have so bestirred ...
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Стр. 306 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Стр. 208 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Стр. 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Стр. 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Стр. 72 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Стр. 13 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Стр. 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Стр. 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Стр. 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Стр. 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...