The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 9J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... dear for my offences . [ Exit . Post . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting ...
... dear for my offences . [ Exit . Post . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting ...
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... Dear lady daughter , peace ; -Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice.4 Cym . A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! Queen . Nay , let her languish [ Exit ...
... Dear lady daughter , peace ; -Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice.4 Cym . A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! Queen . Nay , let her languish [ Exit ...
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... dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . Iach . You are a friend , and therein the wiser . If you buy ladies ' flesh at a million a dram , you cannot preserve it from tainting : But , I see , you have some religion in you , that you fear ...
... dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . Iach . You are a friend , and therein the wiser . If you buy ladies ' flesh at a million a dram , you cannot preserve it from tainting : But , I see , you have some religion in you , that you fear ...
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... dear sir , Iach . Thanks , madam ; well : - ' Beseech , you , sir , desire [ TO PISANIO . My man's abode where I did leave him : he Is strange and peevish.8 Pis . To give him welcome . I was going , sir , [ Exit PISANIO . Imo ...
... dear sir , Iach . Thanks , madam ; well : - ' Beseech , you , sir , desire [ TO PISANIO . My man's abode where I did leave him : he Is strange and peevish.8 Pis . To give him welcome . I was going , sir , [ Exit PISANIO . Imo ...
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... dear husband , than that horrid act Of the divorce he'd make ! The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour ; keep unshak'd That temple , thy fair mind ; that thou may'st stand , To enjoy thy banish'd lord , and this great land ...
... dear husband , than that horrid act Of the divorce he'd make ! The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour ; keep unshak'd That temple , thy fair mind ; that thou may'st stand , To enjoy thy banish'd lord , and this great land ...
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Стр. 94 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Стр. 445 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Стр. 402 - 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 mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Стр. 337 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Стр. 349 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Стр. 139 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Стр. 445 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; yet I am doubtful...
Стр. 444 - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Стр. 461 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack : — O, she is gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth : — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Стр. 445 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.