The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Том 3Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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... tis ; commends it to your blessing . [ Laying down the Child . Out ! Leon . A mankind witch ! Hence with her , out o'door : A most intelligencing bawd ! Paul . Not so : I am as ignorant in that , as you In SCENE 3 . 29 WINTER'S TALE .
... tis ; commends it to your blessing . [ Laying down the Child . Out ! Leon . A mankind witch ! Hence with her , out o'door : A most intelligencing bawd ! Paul . Not so : I am as ignorant in that , as you In SCENE 3 . 29 WINTER'S TALE .
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... witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like liberties of sin : If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave ; I greatly fear , my money is ...
... witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like liberties of sin : If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave ; I greatly fear , my money is ...
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... witch : and , I think , if my breast had not been made of faith , and my heart of steel , she had transform'd me to a curtail- dog , and made me turn i'the wheel . Ant . S. Go , hie thee presently , post to the road ; And if the wind ...
... witch : and , I think , if my breast had not been made of faith , and my heart of steel , she had transform'd me to a curtail- dog , and made me turn i'the wheel . Ant . S. Go , hie thee presently , post to the road ; And if the wind ...
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... witches do inhabit here ; And therefore , ' tis high time that I were hence . She that doth call me husband , even my soul Doth for a wife abhor : but her fair sister , Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace , Of such enchanting ...
... witches do inhabit here ; And therefore , ' tis high time that I were hence . She that doth call me husband , even my soul Doth for a wife abhor : but her fair sister , Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace , Of such enchanting ...
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... witch ! Come , Dromio , let us go . Dro . S. Fly pride , says the peacock : Mistress , that [ Exeunt Ant . S. and Dro . S. Cour . Now , out of doubt , Antipholus is mad , Else would he never so demean himself : A ring he hath of mine ...
... witch ! Come , Dromio , let us go . Dro . S. Fly pride , says the peacock : Mistress , that [ Exeunt Ant . S. and Dro . S. Cour . Now , out of doubt , Antipholus is mad , Else would he never so demean himself : A ring he hath of mine ...
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Antigonus Antipholus art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Baptista Bast bear Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin daughter death dost doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance friends Gaunt gentleman give Gremio grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Hubert husband i'the John Kate Kath king KING JOHN Lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam majesty master mistress never noble Northumberland o'the Padua PANDULPH pardon peace Petruchio Polixenes pray prince queen Rich Rosse SCENE Servant shalt shame Shep signior sorrow soul speak sweet tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife Witch word
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Стр. 15 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Стр. 13 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Стр. 16 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Стр. 22 - Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Стр. 50 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Стр. 47 - What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love...
Стр. 56 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Стр. 13 - The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you...
Стр. 22 - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of War, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Стр. 23 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm...