The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Том 3 |
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... sweet sprites , the burden bear . ** Hark , hark ! ( * ) Old text , beare the burthen . Court'sied when you have and kiss'd , - The wild waves whist , - Foot it featly , " & c . ] It was customary , in the " good old times , " for the ...
... sweet sprites , the burden bear . ** Hark , hark ! ( * ) Old text , beare the burthen . Court'sied when you have and kiss'd , - The wild waves whist , - Foot it featly , " & c . ] It was customary , in the " good old times , " for the ...
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... sweet thoughts do even refresh my labour ; Most busy felt , when I do it . ] This is the great crux of the play . No passage in Shakespeare has occasioned more speculation , and on none has speculation proved less happy . The first ...
... sweet thoughts do even refresh my labour ; Most busy felt , when I do it . ] This is the great crux of the play . No passage in Shakespeare has occasioned more speculation , and on none has speculation proved less happy . The first ...
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... Sweet now , silence ! Juno and Ceres whisper seriously ; There's something else to do : hush , and be mute , Or else our spell is marred . IRIS . You nymphs , call'd Naiads , of the wan- dering brooks , With your sedg'd crowns , and ...
... Sweet now , silence ! Juno and Ceres whisper seriously ; There's something else to do : hush , and be mute , Or else our spell is marred . IRIS . You nymphs , call'd Naiads , of the wan- dering brooks , With your sedg'd crowns , and ...
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... sweet one ? LEAR . No , lad , teach me.a FOOL . That lord , that counsell'd thee To give away thy land , Come place him here by me , - Or do thou for him stand ; The sweet and bitter fool Will presently appear ; The one in motley here ...
... sweet one ? LEAR . No , lad , teach me.a FOOL . That lord , that counsell'd thee To give away thy land , Come place him here by me , - Or do thou for him stand ; The sweet and bitter fool Will presently appear ; The one in motley here ...
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... sweet heart on proud array . Tom's a - cold . LEAR . What hast thou been ? EDG . A serving - man , proud in heart and mind ; that curled my hair ; wore gloves in my cap , ( 2 ) served the lust of my mistress ' heart , and did the act of ...
... sweet heart on proud array . Tom's a - cold . LEAR . What hast thou been ? EDG . A serving - man , proud in heart and mind ; that curled my hair ; wore gloves in my cap , ( 2 ) served the lust of my mistress ' heart , and did the act of ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassio CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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Стр. 769 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 24 - 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. 359 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently...
Стр. 439 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Стр. 70 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Стр. 88 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Стр. 699 - I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Стр. 292 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
Стр. 541 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Стр. 414 - But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.