The Plays of William Shakespeare, Том 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - Всего страниц: 913 |
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... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : take in the top - sail ; tend to the master's whistle . Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter Alonso , Sebastian , Antonio , Ferdinand ...
... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : take in the top - sail ; tend to the master's whistle . Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter Alonso , Sebastian , Antonio , Ferdinand ...
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... [ Exit Serv . ] Come , sir Thurio , Go with me : -Once more , new servant , welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home - affairs ; When you have done , we look to hear from you . Pre . We'll both attend upon your ladyship . [ Exeunt Sil ...
... [ Exit Serv . ] Come , sir Thurio , Go with me : -Once more , new servant , welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home - affairs ; When you have done , we look to hear from you . Pre . We'll both attend upon your ladyship . [ Exeunt Sil ...
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... Exit . That leads towards Mantua , whither they are fled . Despatch , sweet gentlemen , and follow me . Ta . Why ... Exit . Pre . And I will follow , more for Silvia's love , Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her . [ Exit . Jul . And ...
... Exit . That leads towards Mantua , whither they are fled . Despatch , sweet gentlemen , and follow me . Ta . Why ... Exit . Pre . And I will follow , more for Silvia's love , Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her . [ Exit . Jul . And ...
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... Exit . Quic . Farewell to your worship . Truly , an honest gentleman ; but Anne loves him not ; for I know An- ne's mind as well as another does : -Out upon't ! what have I forgot ? [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I - Before Page's house . Page ...
... Exit . Quic . Farewell to your worship . Truly , an honest gentleman ; but Anne loves him not ; for I know An- ne's mind as well as another does : -Out upon't ! what have I forgot ? [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I - Before Page's house . Page ...
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... Exit Pistol . Fal . Say'st thou so , old Jack ? go thy ways ; -I'll make more of thy old body than I have done . - Will they yet look after thee ? Wilt thou , after the expense of so much money , be now a gainer ? Good body , I thank ...
... Exit Pistol . Fal . Say'st thou so , old Jack ? go thy ways ; -I'll make more of thy old body than I have done . - Will they yet look after thee ? Wilt thou , after the expense of so much money , be now a gainer ? Good body , I thank ...
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Стр. 224 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Стр. 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Стр. 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Стр. 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Стр. 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Стр. 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Стр. 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Стр. 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Стр. 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Стр. 314 - 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...