 | George Chapman - 1875 - Страниц: 556
...Than any made of clay, and thy dead body As a token to the lustful king, thy master. Art thou strook down so soon with the short sound Of this small earthly...daughter's name ? How stirs thy blood, sir? is there a dead Say thou could'st be content for greatness' sake To end the last act of thy life in pandarism, (As... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1875 - Страниц: 576
...creature. O, hadst thou been anything beside her father, I'd made a fearful reparation l on thee ; I would have sent thy soul to a darker prison Than any...dost thou So little fear the eternal noise of hell 1 What's she 1 Does she not bear thy daughter's name ? How stirs thy blood, sir? Is there a dead feeling... | |
 | George Chapman - 1874 - Страниц: 532
...dear creature. Had'st thou been anything beside her father, I'd made a fearful separation on thee ; I would have sent thy soul to a darker prison Than any...a token to the lustful king, thy master. Art thou strook down so soon with the short sound Of this small earthly instrument, and do'st thou So little... | |
 | George Chapman - 1875 - Страниц: 524
...dear creature. Had'st thou been anything beside her father, I'd made a fearful separation on thee ; I would have sent thy soul to a darker prison Than any...a token to the lustful king, thy master. Art thou strook down so soon with the short sound Of this small earthly instrument, and do'st thou So little... | |
 | Kenneth Deighton - 1898 - Страниц: 238
...been anything beside her father, I'd made a fearful reparation on thee ; I would have sent my soul to darker prison Than any made of clay, and thy dead body As token to the lustful king thy master.' The former edition gives separation, which is undoubtedly sound,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Charles Hamilton, John Fletcher - 1994 - Страниц: 302
...creature. 695 O, hadst thou been anything beside her father I'd made a fearful separation on thee. I would have sent thy soul to a darker prison Than any...dead body As a token to the lustful king thy master. 700 Art thou struck down so soon with the short sound Of this small earthen instrument, and dost thou... | |
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I'd made a fearful separation on thee ; 1 would have sent thy soul to a darker prison Than any made of clay, and thy dead body As a token to the lustful king, thy master. Art thou struck down so soon with the short sound Of this small earthly instrument,... 