The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 14C. and A. Conrad, 1809 |
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... Gent . Ready , my lord . Lear . Come , boy . Fool . She that is maid now , and laughs at my departure , Shall not be a maid long , unless things be cut shorter.3 [ Exeunt . manner deprived him of those privileges which before she had ...
... Gent . Ready , my lord . Lear . Come , boy . Fool . She that is maid now , and laughs at my departure , Shall not be a maid long , unless things be cut shorter.3 [ Exeunt . manner deprived him of those privileges which before she had ...
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... Gent . As I learn'd , The night before there was no purpose in them 9 - poor Turlygood ! poor Tom ! ] We should read Turlupin . In the fourteenth century there was a new species of gipsies , called Turlupins , a fraternity of naked ...
... Gent . As I learn'd , The night before there was no purpose in them 9 - poor Turlygood ! poor Tom ! ] We should read Turlupin . In the fourteenth century there was a new species of gipsies , called Turlupins , a fraternity of naked ...
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... Gent . Made you no more offence than what you speak of ? Kent . None . How chance the king comes with so small a train ? Fool . An thou hadst been set i ' the stocks for that question , thou hadst well deserved it . Kent . Why , fool ...
... Gent . Made you no more offence than what you speak of ? Kent . None . How chance the king comes with so small a train ? Fool . An thou hadst been set i ' the stocks for that question , thou hadst well deserved it . Kent . Why , fool ...
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... Gent . One minded like the weather , most unquietly . Kent . I know you ; Where's the king ? Gent . Contending with the fretful element : 3 Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea , Or swell the curled waters ' bove the main , That ...
... Gent . One minded like the weather , most unquietly . Kent . I know you ; Where's the king ? Gent . Contending with the fretful element : 3 Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea , Or swell the curled waters ' bove the main , That ...
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... Gent . None but the fool ; who labours to out - jest His heart - struck injuries . Kent . Sir , I do know you ; And dare , upon the warrant of my art , The first folio ends the speech at change or cease , and begins again at Kent's ...
... Gent . None but the fool ; who labours to out - jest His heart - struck injuries . Kent . Sir , I do know you ; And dare , upon the warrant of my art , The first folio ends the speech at change or cease , and begins again at Kent's ...
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Стр. 14 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
Стр. 7 - O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Стр. 77 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Стр. 78 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Стр. 77 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Стр. 70 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy (Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Стр. 17 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Стр. 29 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Стр. 161 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Стр. 94 - Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world : Hated by one he loves ; braved by his brother...