The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Том 3 |
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... give some labourers room . 2 Lord . You are lov'd , sir ; They , that least lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . - How long is't , count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd ...
... give some labourers room . 2 Lord . You are lov'd , sir ; They , that least lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't . - How long is't , count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd ...
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... give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot choose But lend and give , where she is sure to lose ; That seeks not to find that her search implies , But , riddle - like , lives sweetly where she dies . Count . Had you not lately ...
... give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot choose But lend and give , where she is sure to lose ; That seeks not to find that her search implies , But , riddle - like , lives sweetly where she dies . Count . Had you not lately ...
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... give me leave to try success , I'd venture The well - lost life of mine on his grace's cure , By such a day , and hour . Count . Dost thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave , and ...
... give me leave to try success , I'd venture The well - lost life of mine on his grace's cure , By such a day , and hour . Count . Dost thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave , and ...
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... give great Charlemain à pen in his hand , And write to her a love - line . King . What her is this ? Luf . Why , doctor she : My lord , there's one arriv'd , If you will see her , -now , by my faith and honour , If seriously I may ...
... give great Charlemain à pen in his hand , And write to her a love - line . King . What her is this ? Luf . Why , doctor she : My lord , there's one arriv'd , If you will see her , -now , by my faith and honour , If seriously I may ...
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... give thee less , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I givę , As one near death to those that wish him live : But , what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
... give thee less , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I givę , As one near death to those that wish him live : But , what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the is't Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Narbon never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister sleep speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife Witch
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Стр. 378 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Стр. 374 - 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, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Стр. 250 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Стр. 378 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Стр. 188 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Стр. 382 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep...
Стр. 382 - 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. 367 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Стр. 426 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Стр. 406 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.