The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Том 1Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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... thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I [ Exit . say . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks he ...
... thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I [ Exit . say . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks he ...
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... thank you for't ! And now , I pray ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Know thus far forth . Pro . By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies ...
... thank you for't ! And now , I pray ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Know thus far forth . Pro . By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies ...
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... thank thee , master . Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . Ari . I will be correspondent to command , ' . And do my spiriting gently . Pro ...
... thank thee , master . Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . Ari . I will be correspondent to command , ' . And do my spiriting gently . Pro ...
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... thank yourself for this great loss ; That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief on't . Alon . Pr'ythee ...
... thank yourself for this great loss ; That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief on't . Alon . Pr'ythee ...
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... Thank you : wondrous heavy . [ Alonso sleeps . Exit Ariel . Seb .. What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Ant . It is the quality o'the climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep ...
... Thank you : wondrous heavy . [ Alonso sleeps . Exit Ariel . Seb .. What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Ant . It is the quality o'the climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep ...
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Стр. 38 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought...
Стр. 25 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Стр. 31 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Стр. 35 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art...
Стр. 26 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
Стр. 22 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Стр. 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Стр. 48 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Стр. 50 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.