William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Том 1S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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... Hermia . Lysander , Demetrius , in love with Hermia . Philostrate , master of the revels to Theseus . Quince , the carpenter . Snug , the joiner . Bottom , the weaver . Flute , the bellows - mender . Snout , the tinker . Oberon , king ...
... Hermia . Lysander , Demetrius , in love with Hermia . Philostrate , master of the revels to Theseus . Quince , the carpenter . Snug , the joiner . Bottom , the weaver . Flute , the bellows - mender . Snout , the tinker . Oberon , king ...
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... Hermia . Dem . Relent , sweet Hermia ; -And , Lysander , I have a widow aunt , a dowager yield Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege ...
... Hermia . Dem . Relent , sweet Hermia ; -And , Lysander , I have a widow aunt , a dowager yield Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege ...
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... Hermia . Lys . I will , my Hermia . - Helena , adieu : As you on him , Demetrius dote on you ! ble comedy , and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby . Bot . A very good piece of work , I assure you , and a merry . - Now , good Peter ...
... Hermia . Lys . I will , my Hermia . - Helena , adieu : As you on him , Demetrius dote on you ! ble comedy , and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby . Bot . A very good piece of work , I assure you , and a merry . - Now , good Peter ...
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... Hermia ? The one I'll slay , the other slayeth me . Thou told'st me , they were stol'n into this wood . And here am I , and woods within this wood , Because I cannot meet with Hermia . Hence , get thee gone , and follow me no more . Hel ...
... Hermia ? The one I'll slay , the other slayeth me . Thou told'st me , they were stol'n into this wood . And here am I , and woods within this wood , Because I cannot meet with Hermia . Hence , get thee gone , and follow me no more . Hel ...
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... Hermia . [ Exit . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the wood ; And to speak truth , I have forgot our way ; We'll rest us , Hermia , if you think it good , " And tarry for the comfort of the day . Her . Be it so , Lysander ...
... Hermia . [ Exit . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the wood ; And to speak truth , I have forgot our way ; We'll rest us , Hermia , if you think it good , " And tarry for the comfort of the day . Her . Be it so , Lysander ...
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Стр. 193 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Стр. 155 - These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Стр. 429 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Стр. 202 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Стр. 327 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come. — But in these cases, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice...
Стр. 193 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us,...
Стр. 105 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Стр. 23 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Стр. 23 - Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Стр. 342 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.