The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Том 7 |
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... heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppreffion . 2 Rom . Why , fuch is love's tranfgreffion . Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ; Which thou wilt propagate , to have them prest With more of thine ; this love , that thou ...
... heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppreffion . 2 Rom . Why , fuch is love's tranfgreffion . Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ; Which thou wilt propagate , to have them prest With more of thine ; this love , that thou ...
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... heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If the agree , within her scope of choice Lies my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old - accuftom'd Feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ...
... heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If the agree , within her scope of choice Lies my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old - accuftom'd Feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ...
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... heart , Tickle the fenfelefs rufhes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a grandfire - phrase ; I'll be a candle - holder , and look on . The game was ne'er fo fair , and I am done . Mer . 7 Tut ! dun's the moufe , the conftable's ...
... heart , Tickle the fenfelefs rufhes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a grandfire - phrase ; I'll be a candle - holder , and look on . The game was ne'er fo fair , and I am done . Mer . 7 Tut ! dun's the moufe , the conftable's ...
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... heart love till now ? forfwear it , fight ; I never faw true beauty ' till this night . Tyb . This by his voice fhould be a Montague . Fetch me my rapier , boy . What ! dares the flave Come hither cover'd with an antick face , To fleer ...
... heart love till now ? forfwear it , fight ; I never faw true beauty ' till this night . Tyb . This by his voice fhould be a Montague . Fetch me my rapier , boy . What ! dares the flave Come hither cover'd with an antick face , To fleer ...
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... heart is here ? Turn back , dull earth , and find thy center out . CAN Enter Benvolio , with Mercutio . Ben . Romeo , my coufin Romeo . Mer . He is wife , And , on my life , hath ftol'n him home to bed . [ Exit . Ben . He ran this way ...
... heart is here ? Turn back , dull earth , and find thy center out . CAN Enter Benvolio , with Mercutio . Ben . Romeo , my coufin Romeo . Mer . He is wife , And , on my life , hath ftol'n him home to bed . [ Exit . Ben . He ran this way ...
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Стр. 39 - Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Стр. 165 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Стр. 210 - As made the things more rich : their perfume lost, Take these again ; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Стр. 59 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Стр. 214 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Стр. 234 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Стр. 252 - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet : we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots : your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, — two dishes, but to one table : that's the end.
Стр. 83 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Стр. 363 - O my soul's joy ! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Стр. 240 - This was your husband. Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor...