The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Часть 50,Том 4 |
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... Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . [ Exeunt CITIZENS . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; Draw them to Tyber banks , and ...
... Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . [ Exeunt CITIZENS . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; Draw them to Tyber banks , and ...
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... pray to move , prayers would move me : But I am constant as the northern star , Of whose true fix'd and resting quality , There is no fellow in the firmament . The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks , They are all fire , and every ...
... pray to move , prayers would move me : But I am constant as the northern star , Of whose true fix'd and resting quality , There is no fellow in the firmament . The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks , They are all fire , and every ...
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... pray you . Messala , I have here received letters , That young Octavius , and Mark Antony , Come down upon us with a mighty power , Bending their expedition toward Philippi . Mess . Myself have letters of the self - same tenour . Bru ...
... pray you . Messala , I have here received letters , That young Octavius , and Mark Antony , Come down upon us with a mighty power , Bending their expedition toward Philippi . Mess . Myself have letters of the self - same tenour . Bru ...
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... pray you , sirs , lie in my tent , and sleep ; It may be , I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius . Var . So please you , we will stand , and watch your pleasure . Bru . I will not have it so : lie down , good ...
... pray you , sirs , lie in my tent , and sleep ; It may be , I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius . Var . So please you , we will stand , and watch your pleasure . Bru . I will not have it so : lie down , good ...
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... Pray then , foresee me one . Sooth . You shall be yet far fairer than you are . Char . He means , in flesh . Iras . No , you shall paint when you are old . Char . Wrinkles forbid ! Alex . Vex not his prescience ; be attentive . Char ...
... Pray then , foresee me one . Sooth . You shall be yet far fairer than you are . Char . He means , in flesh . Iras . No , you shall paint when you are old . Char . Wrinkles forbid ! Alex . Vex not his prescience ; be attentive . Char ...
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Стр. 453 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...
Стр. 35 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you Sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,...
Стр. 420 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Стр. 35 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Стр. 395 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else — be they as pure as grace, As...
Стр. 427 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.
Стр. 389 - Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Стр. 397 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Стр. 218 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Стр. 31 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.