The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Том 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... seems did violence on herself . All this I know , and to the marriage Her nurfe is privy : but if aught in this Mifcarried by my fault , let my old life Be facrific'd , fome hour before the time , Unto the rigour of fevereft law ...
... seems did violence on herself . All this I know , and to the marriage Her nurfe is privy : but if aught in this Mifcarried by my fault , let my old life Be facrific'd , fome hour before the time , Unto the rigour of fevereft law ...
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... Seems , Madam ? nay , it is ; I know not seems : ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn black , Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath , No , nor the fruitful river in the eye , ( 3 ) Take thy fair ...
... Seems , Madam ? nay , it is ; I know not seems : ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn black , Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath , No , nor the fruitful river in the eye , ( 3 ) Take thy fair ...
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... Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! oh fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and grofs in nature , Poffefs it merely . That it fhould come to this ! But two months dead ! nay , not so much ...
... Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! oh fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and grofs in nature , Poffefs it merely . That it fhould come to this ! But two months dead ! nay , not so much ...
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... seems to be sneer'd at by Beaumont and Fletcher in their Knight of the Burning Peftle ; where Ralph the grocer's prentice , dif- mifles the barber in quiet , on certain terms agreed betwixt them . Ralph . I give thee mercy , but yet ...
... seems to be sneer'd at by Beaumont and Fletcher in their Knight of the Burning Peftle ; where Ralph the grocer's prentice , dif- mifles the barber in quiet , on certain terms agreed betwixt them . Ralph . I give thee mercy , but yet ...
Стр. 141
... seems , it is as proper to our age To caft beyond ourselves in our opinions , As it is common for the younger fort To lack difcretion . Come ; go we to the King . This must be known ; which being kept clofe , might move More grief to ...
... seems , it is as proper to our age To caft beyond ourselves in our opinions , As it is common for the younger fort To lack difcretion . Come ; go we to the King . This must be known ; which being kept clofe , might move More grief to ...
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Стр. 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
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Стр. 123 - 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. 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Стр. 185 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Стр. 221 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Стр. 160 - 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. 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Стр. 31 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Стр. 26 - 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.