The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: |
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Стр. 116
What I am , and what I would , are as secret as maiden - head ; to your ears ,
divinity ; to any other's , prophanation . Oli . Give us the place alone . ( Exit Maria .
] We will hear this divinity . Now , Sir , what is your text ? Vio . Most sweet Lady ,
Oli .
What I am , and what I would , are as secret as maiden - head ; to your ears ,
divinity ; to any other's , prophanation . Oli . Give us the place alone . ( Exit Maria .
] We will hear this divinity . Now , Sir , what is your text ? Vio . Most sweet Lady ,
Oli .
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Jove , and my stars be praised ! - Here is yet a poftfcript . Thou canst not chuse
but know who I am ; if thou entertainest my love , let it appear in thy smiling ; iby
Jmiles become thee well . Therefore in my presence fill smile , dear my sweet , I ...
Jove , and my stars be praised ! - Here is yet a poftfcript . Thou canst not chuse
but know who I am ; if thou entertainest my love , let it appear in thy smiling ; iby
Jmiles become thee well . Therefore in my presence fill smile , dear my sweet , I ...
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Let not my fifter read it in your eye ; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator ;
Look sweet , speak fair ; become disloyalty : Apparel vice , like virtue's harbinger ;
Bear a fair presence , tho ' your heart be tainted : Teach fin the carriage of a holy
...
Let not my fifter read it in your eye ; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator ;
Look sweet , speak fair ; become disloyalty : Apparel vice , like virtue's harbinger ;
Bear a fair presence , tho ' your heart be tainted : Teach fin the carriage of a holy
...
Стр. 206
Oh , train me not , sweet mermaid , with thy note , To drown me in thy sister's flood
of tears ; Sing , Siren , for thyself , and I will dote ; Spread o'er the silver waves thy
golden hairs , And as a bed I'll take thee , and there lye : And in that glorious ...
Oh , train me not , sweet mermaid , with thy note , To drown me in thy sister's flood
of tears ; Sing , Siren , for thyself , and I will dote ; Spread o'er the silver waves thy
golden hairs , And as a bed I'll take thee , and there lye : And in that glorious ...
Стр. 292
Sweet Sir , much better than I was ; I can stand , and walk ; I will even take my
leave of you , and pace softly towards my kinsman's . Clo . Shall I bring thee on
thy way ? Aut . No , good - fac'd Sir ; no , sweet Sir . Clo . Then , farewel , I must
go to ...
Sweet Sir , much better than I was ; I can stand , and walk ; I will even take my
leave of you , and pace softly towards my kinsman's . Clo . Shall I bring thee on
thy way ? Aut . No , good - fac'd Sir ; no , sweet Sir . Clo . Then , farewel , I must
go to ...
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Стр. 70 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Стр. 137 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Стр. 384 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Стр. 295 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Стр. 384 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Стр. 283 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Стр. 101 - 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. 419 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
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| Название | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical (Часть 10,Том 3), William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Редактор | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Авторы | Henry Lintot, Charles Hitch, Jacob Tonson, Richard Tonson, Charles Corbet, Bethel Wellington, Richard Wellington, John Brindley, E. New |
| Издание: | 2 |
| Издатель | H. Lintott, 1740 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 12 сен 2007 |
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