The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Выпуск 14 |
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A figure like your father , Armed at point , exactly , cap - à - pé , Appears before
them , and , with solemn march , Goes slow and stately by them : thrice he walk'd
, By their oppress'd and fear - surprized eyes , Within his truncheon's length ...
A figure like your father , Armed at point , exactly , cap - à - pé , Appears before
them , and , with solemn march , Goes slow and stately by them : thrice he walk'd
, By their oppress'd and fear - surprized eyes , Within his truncheon's length ...
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Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear sister ; And keep you in the rear of your
affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest 18 maid is prodigal
enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself scapes not
calumnious ...
Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear sister ; And keep you in the rear of your
affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest 18 maid is prodigal
enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself scapes not
calumnious ...
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Yet , though I distrust , Discomfort you , my lord , it nothing must : For women fear
too much , even as they love ; And women's fear and love hold quantity ; In
neither aught , or in extremity . Now , what my love is , proof hath made you know
...
Yet , though I distrust , Discomfort you , my lord , it nothing must : For women fear
too much , even as they love ; And women's fear and love hold quantity ; In
neither aught , or in extremity . Now , what my love is , proof hath made you know
...
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Distinctly speak of her ; though I may fear , Her will , recoiling to her better
judgement , May fall to match you with her country forms , And ( hapily ) repent .
Oth . Farewell , farewell : If more thou dost perceive , let me know more ; Set on
thy wife ...
Distinctly speak of her ; though I may fear , Her will , recoiling to her better
judgement , May fall to match you with her country forms , And ( hapily ) repent .
Oth . Farewell , farewell : If more thou dost perceive , let me know more ; Set on
thy wife ...
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Then , heaven Have mercy on me ! Oth . Amen , with all my heart ! Des . If you say
so , I hope you will not kill me . Oth . Humph ! Des . And yet I fear you ; for you are
fatal then , When your eyes roll so : Why I should fear THE MOOR OF VENICE .
Then , heaven Have mercy on me ! Oth . Amen , with all my heart ! Des . If you say
so , I hope you will not kill me . Oth . Humph ! Des . And yet I fear you ; for you are
fatal then , When your eyes roll so : Why I should fear THE MOOR OF VENICE .
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Стр. 156 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Стр. 282 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Стр. 34 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Стр. 353 - No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Стр. 234 - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd : Here comes the lady ; let her witness it.
Стр. 79 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Стр. 102 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Стр. 94 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Стр. 74 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Стр. 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?