The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Том 2 |
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... pray you , keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a thought He will again be well : if much you note him , You shall offend him , and extend his passion : Feed , and regard him not . — Are you a man ? Macb . Ay , and a bold one , that ...
... pray you , keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a thought He will again be well : if much you note him , You shall offend him , and extend his passion : Feed , and regard him not . — Are you a man ? Macb . Ay , and a bold one , that ...
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... pray you , school yourself : but , for your husband , He is noble , wise , judicious , and best knows The fits o ' the season . I dare not speak much further : But cruel are the times when we are traitors , And do not know ourselves ...
... pray you , school yourself : but , for your husband , He is noble , wise , judicious , and best knows The fits o ' the season . I dare not speak much further : But cruel are the times when we are traitors , And do not know ourselves ...
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... pray you . [ Dies . [ Exit LADY MACDUFF , crying " Murder , " and pursued by the Murderers . SCENE III.England . A Room in the King's Palace . Enter MALCOLM and MACDuff . Mal . Let us seek out some desolate shade , and there Weep our ...
... pray you . [ Dies . [ Exit LADY MACDUFF , crying " Murder , " and pursued by the Murderers . SCENE III.England . A Room in the King's Palace . Enter MALCOLM and MACDuff . Mal . Let us seek out some desolate shade , and there Weep our ...
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... pray you ? Doct . Ay , sir : there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure ; their malady convinces The great assay of art ; but at his touch , Such sanctity hath Heaven given his hand , They presently amend . Mal . I thank you ...
... pray you ? Doct . Ay , sir : there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure ; their malady convinces The great assay of art ; but at his touch , Such sanctity hath Heaven given his hand , They presently amend . Mal . I thank you ...
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... pray ? Agam . Even this . Ene . May one , that is a herald and a prince , Do a fair message to his kingly ears ? Agam . With surety stronger than Achilles ' arm ' Fore all the Greekish heads , which with one voice Call Agamemnon head ...
... pray ? Agam . Even this . Ene . May one , that is a herald and a prince , Do a fair message to his kingly ears ? Agam . With surety stronger than Achilles ' arm ' Fore all the Greekish heads , which with one voice Call Agamemnon head ...
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Сторінка 491 - Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
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