The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected; Together with a Copious Glossary ...Hogan & Thompson, 1851 |
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... tears ; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report : this cannot be cunning in her ; if it be , she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove . Ant . ' Would I had never seen her ! Eno . O sir , you had then left unseen ...
... tears ; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report : this cannot be cunning in her ; if it be , she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove . Ant . ' Would I had never seen her ! Eno . O sir , you had then left unseen ...
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... tears live in an onion , that should water this sorrow . - Ant . The business she hath broached in the state , Cannot endure my absence . Eno . And the business you have broached here cannot be without you ; especially that of ...
... tears live in an onion , that should water this sorrow . - Ant . The business she hath broached in the state , Cannot endure my absence . Eno . And the business you have broached here cannot be without you ; especially that of ...
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... stands An honorable trial . Cleo . So Fulvia told me . I pr'ythee , turn aside , and weep for her ; Then bid adieu to me , and say , the tears Belong to Egypt . Good now , play one scene ACT I. ] 15 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... stands An honorable trial . Cleo . So Fulvia told me . I pr'ythee , turn aside , and weep for her ; Then bid adieu to me , and say , the tears Belong to Egypt . Good now , play one scene ACT I. ] 15 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
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... tears of it are wet . Cæs . Will this description satisfy him ? Ant . With the health that Pompey gives him ; else he is a very epicure . Pom . [ To MENAS , aside . ] Go , hang , sir , hang ! Tell me of that ? away ! Do as I bid you ...
... tears of it are wet . Cæs . Will this description satisfy him ? Ant . With the health that Pompey gives him ; else he is a very epicure . Pom . [ To MENAS , aside . ] Go , hang , sir , hang ! Tell me of that ? away ! Do as I bid you ...
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... tear , I say ; one of them rates All that is won and lost . Give me a kiss ; Even this repays me . - We sent our schoolmaster ; Is he come back ? -Love , I am full of lead ; - Some wine , within there , and our viands.- Fortune knows We ...
... tear , I say ; one of them rates All that is won and lost . Give me a kiss ; Even this repays me . - We sent our schoolmaster ; Is he come back ? -Love , I am full of lead ; - Some wine , within there , and our viands.- Fortune knows We ...
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Andronicus Antony art thou Bawd better blood Boult Brabantio brother Cæs Cæsar Cassio Cleo Cleopatra CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona DIONYZA doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fool fortune friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goths grace GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Iago is't Kent king lady Laer Laertes Lavinia Lear live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Mark Antony married Michael Cassio mistress murder never night noble Nurse OTHELLO Pericles Pisanio POLONIUS Pompey poor Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince Queen revenge Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS to-night Tybalt villain weep What's wilt
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Стр. 522 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and — as I may say — whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for...
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Стр. 561 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that 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,...
Стр. 496 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine : But this eternal blazon ' must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Стр. 420 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off...
Стр. 520 - For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under...
Стр. 545 - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds ; fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough, and continent, To hide the slain?— O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! [Exit.
Стр. 398 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
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