The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Том 6Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1811 |
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... gods , [ 1 ] An admirer untired ; an admirer still feeling the impression as if it were hourly renewed . JOHNS . [ 2 ] Guynes then belonged to the English , and Arde to the French ; they are towns in Picardy , and the valley of Ardren ...
... gods , [ 1 ] An admirer untired ; an admirer still feeling the impression as if it were hourly renewed . JOHNS . [ 2 ] Guynes then belonged to the English , and Arde to the French ; they are towns in Picardy , and the valley of Ardren ...
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... God save you ! Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . 1 Gen. I'll save you That labour , sir . All's now done , but the ceremony [ 9 ] That is , unluckily , mischievously . JOHNS . 11 A kiss was ...
... God save you ! Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . 1 Gen. I'll save you That labour , sir . All's now done , but the ceremony [ 9 ] That is , unluckily , mischievously . JOHNS . 11 A kiss was ...
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... God's name . Lov . I do beseech your grace , for charity , If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovel , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I forgive all ...
... God's name . Lov . I do beseech your grace , for charity , If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovel , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I forgive all ...
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In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him ! Henry the seventh succeeding ... God forgive me ! [ Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train . 1 Gen. O , this is full of pity ! -Sir , it calls , I fear , too ...
In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him ! Henry the seventh succeeding ... God forgive me ! [ Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train . 1 Gen. O , this is full of pity ! -Sir , it calls , I fear , too ...
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... God , he be not angry . K.Hen . Who's there , I say ? How dare you thrust yourselves Into my private meditations ? Who am I ? ha ? Nor . A gracious king , that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant : Our breach of duty , this way , Is ...
... God , he be not angry . K.Hen . Who's there , I say ? How dare you thrust yourselves Into my private meditations ? Who am I ? ha ? Nor . A gracious king , that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant : Our breach of duty , this way , Is ...
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Стр. 54 - For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Стр. 47 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Стр. 44 - 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. 29 - 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. 54 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Стр. 45 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it ! 4 Cit.
Стр. 98 - 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.
Стр. 42 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Стр. 44 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Стр. 9 - If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward...