The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Том 8 |
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... thine Is Cæsar's homager ; else so thy cheek pays shame , When shrill - tongu'd Fulvia scolds . - The messengers ! Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt , and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space . Kingdoms are clay : our ...
... thine Is Cæsar's homager ; else so thy cheek pays shame , When shrill - tongu'd Fulvia scolds . - The messengers ! Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt , and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space . Kingdoms are clay : our ...
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... thine , and all alone , To - night we'll wander through the streets , and note The qualities of people . Come , my queen ; Last night you did desire it . - Speak not to us . [ Exeunt ANT . and CLEOP . with their Train . Dem . Is Cæsar ...
... thine , and all alone , To - night we'll wander through the streets , and note The qualities of people . Come , my queen ; Last night you did desire it . - Speak not to us . [ Exeunt ANT . and CLEOP . with their Train . Dem . Is Cæsar ...
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... thine honour , that I speak it now ) Was borne so like a soldier , that thy cheek So much as lank'd not . Lep . ' Tis pity of him . Cæs . Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome . " Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i ' the field ...
... thine honour , that I speak it now ) Was borne so like a soldier , that thy cheek So much as lank'd not . Lep . ' Tis pity of him . Cæs . Let his shames quickly Drive him to Rome . " Tis time we twain Did show ourselves i ' the field ...
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... thine eyes Like balls before me : I'll unhair thy head . [ She hales him up and down . Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire , and stew'd in brine , Smarting in lingering pickle . Mess . Gracious madam , I , that do bring the news , made not ...
... thine eyes Like balls before me : I'll unhair thy head . [ She hales him up and down . Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire , and stew'd in brine , Smarting in lingering pickle . Mess . Gracious madam , I , that do bring the news , made not ...
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... thine , if thou wilt have't . Pom . Show me which way . Men . These three world - sharers , these competitors , Are in thy vessel : let me cut the cable ; And , when we are put off , fall to their throats : 7 Whate'er the ocean PALES ...
... thine , if thou wilt have't . Pom . Show me which way . Men . These three world - sharers , these competitors , Are in thy vessel : let me cut the cable ; And , when we are put off , fall to their throats : 7 Whate'er the ocean PALES ...
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Adonis Antony Bawd beauty blood Boult Cæs Cæsar Char Charmian cheeks Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Dionyza dost doth edition England's Helicon ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fair false father fear folio give gods grief GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Julius Cæsar king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lysimachus madam Malone Marina Mark Antony misprint mistress modern editors ne'er never night noble old copies Passionate Pilgrim Pericles Pisanio poison'd Pompey poor Post Posthumus praise pray prince Prince of Tyre printed quarto queen quoth SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame Sonnets sorrow speak Steevens sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true unto Venus and Adonis weep wilt word
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Стр. 35 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Стр. 503 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Стр. 508 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life...
Стр. 382 - Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Стр. 122 - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder: For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping.
Стр. 500 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Стр. 522 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes...
Стр. 533 - I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know, That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Стр. 489 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Стр. 517 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die ; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves...