The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Том 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... King Cophetua lov'd the beggar - maid- He heareth not , he stirreth not , he moveth not , The ape is dead , and I must conjure him . I conjure thee by Refaline's bright eyes , By her high fore - head , and her fcarlet lip , By her fine ...
... King Cophetua lov'd the beggar - maid- He heareth not , he stirreth not , he moveth not , The ape is dead , and I must conjure him . I conjure thee by Refaline's bright eyes , By her high fore - head , and her fcarlet lip , By her fine ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Mer . Good King of cats , nothing but one of your fine lives , that I mean to make bold withal ; and as you shall ufe me hereafter , dry - beat the rest of the eight . Will you pluck your fword ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Mer . Good King of cats , nothing but one of your fine lives , that I mean to make bold withal ; and as you shall ufe me hereafter , dry - beat the rest of the eight . Will you pluck your fword ...
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... king in fingle combat flew Collerus , king of Norway ; Fengo makes away with his brother Horwendillus , and mar- ries his widow Gerutba . Amlethus , to avoid being fufpected by his uncle of defigns , affuines a form of utter madness . A ...
... king in fingle combat flew Collerus , king of Norway ; Fengo makes away with his brother Horwendillus , and mar- ries his widow Gerutba . Amlethus , to avoid being fufpected by his uncle of defigns , affuines a form of utter madness . A ...
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... King that's dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the King ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio ...
... King that's dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the King ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Dramatis Perfonæ , CLAUDIUS , King of Denmark . Fortinbras , Prince of Norway . Hamlet , Son to the former , and Nephew to the prefent King . Polonius , Lord Chamberlain , Horatio , Friend to ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Dramatis Perfonæ , CLAUDIUS , King of Denmark . Fortinbras , Prince of Norway . Hamlet , Son to the former , and Nephew to the prefent King . Polonius , Lord Chamberlain , Horatio , Friend 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.