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... pray for you . Per . Rise , I pray you , rise : ( 50 ) We do not look for reverence , but for love , And harbourage for ourself , our ships , and men . Cle . The which when any shall not gratify , Or pay you with unthankfulness in ...
... pray for you . Per . Rise , I pray you , rise : ( 50 ) We do not look for reverence , but for love , And harbourage for ourself , our ships , and men . Cle . The which when any shall not gratify , Or pay you with unthankfulness in ...
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... pray see me buried . First Fish . Die quoth - a ? Now gods forbid ! I have a gown here ; come , put it on ; keep thee warm . Now , afore me , a handsome fellow ! Come , thou shalt go home , and we'll have flesh for holidays , fish for ...
... pray see me buried . First Fish . Die quoth - a ? Now gods forbid ! I have a gown here ; come , put it on ; keep thee warm . Now , afore me , a handsome fellow ! Come , thou shalt go home , and we'll have flesh for holidays , fish for ...
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... pray you , let me see it.— Thanks , fortune , yet , that , after all my ( 69 ) crosses , Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself ; And though ( 70 ) it was mine own , part of my heritage , Which my dead father did bequeath to me , With ...
... pray you , let me see it.— Thanks , fortune , yet , that , after all my ( 69 ) crosses , Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself ; And though ( 70 ) it was mine own , part of my heritage , Which my dead father did bequeath to me , With ...
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... pray you , give her air.— Gentlemen , this queen will live : nature awakes ; A warmth breathes out of her : ( 144 ) she hath not been Entranc'd above five hours : see how she gins . To blow into life's flower again ! First Gent . The ...
... pray you , give her air.— Gentlemen , this queen will live : nature awakes ; A warmth breathes out of her : ( 144 ) she hath not been Entranc'd above five hours : see how she gins . To blow into life's flower again ! First Gent . The ...
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... pray you ; I'll not bereave you of your servant . Dion . Come , come ; I love the king your father , and yourself , With more than foreign heart . We every day Expect him here : when he shall come , and find Our paragon to all reports ...
... pray you ; I'll not bereave you of your servant . Dion . Come , come ; I love the king your father , and yourself , With more than foreign heart . We every day Expect him here : when he shall come , and find Our paragon to all reports ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: Hamlet. King Lear. Othello William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1863 |
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Сторінка 404 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Сторінка 407 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Сторінка 413 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad : Mad in pursuit, and in possession so ; Had, having, and...
Сторінка 407 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Сторінка 397 - And yet this time remov'd was summer's time ; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Сторінка 362 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired ; But then begins a journey in my head...
Сторінка 365 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Сторінка 409 - Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing : For why should others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my sportive blood ? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good ? No, I am that I am ; and they that level At my abuses, reckon up their own : I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel. By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown ; Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
Сторінка 364 - Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye As interest of the dead, which now appear But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie ! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give; That due of many now is thine alone : Their images I lov'd I view in thee, And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
Сторінка 359 - A man in hue, all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created, Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure.