The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Часть 50,Том 4 |
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... heaven engender hail , And poison it in the source ; and the first stone Drop in my neck ; as it determines , § so Dissolve my life ! The next Cæsarion || smite ! Till , by degrees , the memory of my womb , Together with my brave ...
... heaven engender hail , And poison it in the source ; and the first stone Drop in my neck ; as it determines , § so Dissolve my life ! The next Cæsarion || smite ! Till , by degrees , the memory of my womb , Together with my brave ...
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... heaven § from thee . O , that men's ears should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I - The same . A Room in a SENATOR'S House . Enter a SENATOR , with Papers in his Hand . Sen. And late , five thousand to ...
... heaven § from thee . O , that men's ears should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I - The same . A Room in a SENATOR'S House . Enter a SENATOR , with Papers in his Hand . Sen. And late , five thousand to ...
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... heaven's curse upon thee ! Phr . and Timan . Give us some gold , good Timon : Hast thou more ? Tim . Enough to make a whore forswear her trade , And to make whores , a bawd . Hold up , you sluts , Your aprons mountant : You are not ...
... heaven's curse upon thee ! Phr . and Timan . Give us some gold , good Timon : Hast thou more ? Tim . Enough to make a whore forswear her trade , And to make whores , a bawd . Hold up , you sluts , Your aprons mountant : You are not ...
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... heaven Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine ; Yield him , who all thy human sons doth hate , From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root ! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb , Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go ...
... heaven Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine ; Yield him , who all thy human sons doth hate , From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root ! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb , Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go ...
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... heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks , To the conflicting elements exposed , Answer mere nature , -bid them flatter thee ; O ! thou shalt find- Tim . A fool of thee : Depart . Apem . I love thee better now than e'er I did . Tim . I hate ...
... heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks , To the conflicting elements exposed , Answer mere nature , -bid them flatter thee ; O ! thou shalt find- Tim . A fool of thee : Depart . Apem . I love thee better now than e'er I did . Tim . I hate ...
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Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus art thou better blood Brabantio Brutus Cæs Cæsar CAPULET Casca Cassio Cleo Cleopatra CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach Iago is't Julius Cæsar Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony married master Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble Nurse OTHELLO Pisanio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Queen Romeo SCENE Serv servant Shakspeare soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius to-night Tybalt villain What's wilt
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Стр. 453 - 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. 35 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you Sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,...
Стр. 420 - 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. 35 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Стр. 395 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else — be they as pure as grace, As...
Стр. 427 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.
Стр. 389 - Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Стр. 397 - 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 porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Стр. 218 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Стр. 31 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.