The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: |
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Стр. 39
I did think thee , for two ordinaries , to be a pretty wise fellow thou didst make
tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pass ; yet ... I have now found thee ; when I
lose thee again , I care not : yet art thou good for nothing but taking up , and that
thou'rt ...
I did think thee , for two ordinaries , to be a pretty wise fellow thou didst make
tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pass ; yet ... I have now found thee ; when I
lose thee again , I care not : yet art thou good for nothing but taking up , and that
thou'rt ...
Стр. 134
Thy fates open their hands , let thy blood and spirit embrace them ; and to inure
thy self to what thou art like to be , cast thy humble Nough , and appear fresh . Be
opposite with a kinsman , furly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of ...
Thy fates open their hands , let thy blood and spirit embrace them ; and to inure
thy self to what thou art like to be , cast thy humble Nough , and appear fresh . Be
opposite with a kinsman , furly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of ...
Стр. 142
Why then , build me thy fortunes upon the bafis of valour ; challenge me the
Duke's youth to fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places ; my neice shall take
note of it ; and ... Thou art a Monster ; thou hast an “ Englin Face , but a Spanish
Heari .
Why then , build me thy fortunes upon the bafis of valour ; challenge me the
Duke's youth to fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places ; my neice shall take
note of it ; and ... Thou art a Monster ; thou hast an “ Englin Face , but a Spanish
Heari .
Стр. 180
Thy substance , valu'd at the highest rate , Cannot amount unto a hundred marks
; Therefore , by law thou art condemn'd to die . Ægeon . Yet this my comfort ,
when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening fun . Duke .
Thy substance , valu'd at the highest rate , Cannot amount unto a hundred marks
; Therefore , by law thou art condemn'd to die . Ægeon . Yet this my comfort ,
when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening fun . Duke .
Стр. 197
Come , I will faiten on this sleeve of thine ; Thou art an elm , my husband , I a vine
: Whose weakness , marry'd to thy stronger state , Makes me with thy strength to
communicate ; If aught poffefs thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ivy , brier , or ...
Come , I will faiten on this sleeve of thine ; Thou art an elm , my husband , I a vine
: Whose weakness , marry'd to thy stronger state , Makes me with thy strength to
communicate ; If aught poffefs thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ivy , brier , or ...
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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.