The Plays of William Shakespeare, Том 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - Всего страниц: 913 |
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... thing ! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age , and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . tell me . Thou hast : Where was she born ? speak ; Ari , Sir , in Argier . Pro . O , was ...
... thing ! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age , and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . tell me . Thou hast : Where was she born ? speak ; Ari , Sir , in Argier . Pro . O , was ...
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... thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had that in't ...
... thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had that in't ...
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... thing well . - Come hither , spirit ; Set Caliban and his companions free : [ Aside . Untie the spell . [ Ex . Ariel . ] - How fares my gracious sir ? There are yet missing of your company Home fow odd lads , that you remember not . Re ...
... thing well . - Come hither , spirit ; Set Caliban and his companions free : [ Aside . Untie the spell . [ Ex . Ariel . ] - How fares my gracious sir ? There are yet missing of your company Home fow odd lads , that you remember not . Re ...
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... thing . Jul . I would always have one play but one thing . But , host , doth this sir Proteus , that we talk on , Often resort unto this gentlewoman ? Host . I'll tell you what Launce , his man , told me , he loved her out of all nick ...
... thing . Jul . I would always have one play but one thing . But , host , doth this sir Proteus , that we talk on , Often resort unto this gentlewoman ? Host . I'll tell you what Launce , his man , told me , he loved her out of all nick ...
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... thing when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies ! I would have , as one should say , one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed , to be , as it were , a dog at all things . If I had not had more wit than be , to take a fault upon ...
... thing when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies ! I would have , as one should say , one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed , to be , as it were , a dog at all things . If I had not had more wit than be , to take a fault upon ...
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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...