The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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Стр. 59
That banished , that one word banished , Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts :
Tybalt's death Was woe enough , if it had ended there : Or if fow'r woe delights in
fellowship , And needly will be rank'd with other griefs , Why follow'd not , when
she ...
That banished , that one word banished , Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts :
Tybalt's death Was woe enough , if it had ended there : Or if fow'r woe delights in
fellowship , And needly will be rank'd with other griefs , Why follow'd not , when
she ...
Стр. 60
Bed : And Death , not Romeo , take my Maidenhead ! Nurse . Hie to your
chamber , I'll find Romeo To comfort you . I wot well , where he is . Hark ye , your
Romeo will be here at night ; I'll to him , he is hid at Lawrence ' cell . Jul . Oh find
him ...
Bed : And Death , not Romeo , take my Maidenhead ! Nurse . Hie to your
chamber , I'll find Romeo To comfort you . I wot well , where he is . Hark ye , your
Romeo will be here at night ; I'll to him , he is hid at Lawrence ' cell . Jul . Oh find
him ...
Стр. 61
Hence banished , is banish'd from the world ' ; And world - exild , is death . That
banished Is death mif - term'd : calling death banishment , Thou cut'st my head off
with a golden ax , And smilft upon the stroak that murthers me . Fri. O deadly fin !
Hence banished , is banish'd from the world ' ; And world - exild , is death . That
banished Is death mif - term'd : calling death banishment , Thou cut'st my head off
with a golden ax , And smilft upon the stroak that murthers me . Fri. O deadly fin !
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Ha ! let me see her - Out , alas ! she's cold ; Her blood is settled , and her joints
are ftiff ; Life and these lips have long been separated : Death lies on her , like an
untimely frost Upon the sweetest flow'r of all the field . Accursed time ! unfortunate
...
Ha ! let me see her - Out , alas ! she's cold ; Her blood is settled , and her joints
are ftiff ; Life and these lips have long been separated : Death lies on her , like an
untimely frost Upon the sweetest flow'r of all the field . Accursed time ! unfortunate
...
Стр. 92
Death , lye thou here , a dead man interr'd : [ Laying Paris in the Monument . '
How oft , when Men are at the point of Death , Have they been merry ? which
their Keepers call A Lightning before Death . O , how may I Call this a Lightning !
Oh my ...
Death , lye thou here , a dead man interr'd : [ Laying Paris in the Monument . '
How oft , when Men are at the point of Death , Have they been merry ? which
their Keepers call A Lightning before Death . O , how may I Call this a Lightning !
Oh my ...
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Стр. 191 - How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Стр. 212 - I loved Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum.
Стр. 114 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Стр. 119 - Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but being in, Bear't, that the opposed may beware of thee.
Стр. 172 - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Стр. 153 - With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Стр. 161 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Стр. 24 - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Стр. 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Стр. 246 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart...
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| Название | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical (Часть 15,Том 8), William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Авторы | Henry Lintot, Charles Hitch, Jacob Tonson, Richard Tonson, Charles Corbet, Bethel Wellington, Richard Wellington, John Brindley, E. New |
| Издатель | H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 12 сен 2007 |
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