The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Частина 25,Том 10 |
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... I'll tell you without asking : My master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not of the house of Montagues , I pray , come and crush a cup of wine9 . Rest you merry . [ Exit . Ben . At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the ...
... I'll tell you without asking : My master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not of the house of Montagues , I pray , come and crush a cup of wine9 . Rest you merry . [ Exit . Ben . At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the ...
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... I'll go along , no such sight to be shown , But to rejoice in splendour of mine own . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Capulet's House1 . Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse . La . Cap . Nurse , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me ...
... I'll go along , no such sight to be shown , But to rejoice in splendour of mine own . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Capulet's House1 . Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse . La . Cap . Nurse , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me ...
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... I'll look to like , ' & c ; and so concludes the scene , without the intervention of that stuff to be found in the later quartos and the folio . 9 Thus the quarto of 1599. The quarto of 1609 and the folio read , several lineaments ...
... I'll look to like , ' & c ; and so concludes the scene , without the intervention of that stuff to be found in the later quartos and the folio . 9 Thus the quarto of 1599. The quarto of 1609 and the folio read , several lineaments ...
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... I'll be a candle - holder , and look on , — The game was ne'er so fair , and I am done 9 . Mer . Tut ! dun's the mouse , the constable's own word : If thou art dun , we'll draw thee from the mire 10 7 To quote is to note , to mark . See ...
... I'll be a candle - holder , and look on , — The game was ne'er so fair , and I am done 9 . Mer . Tut ! dun's the mouse , the constable's own word : If thou art dun , we'll draw thee from the mire 10 7 To quote is to note , to mark . See ...
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... I'll watch her place of stand , And , touching hers , make happy my rude hand . heart love till now ? forswear it , sight ! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night . Did my Tyb . This , by his voice , should be a Montague : - Fetch ...
... I'll watch her place of stand , And , touching hers , make happy my rude hand . heart love till now ? forswear it , sight ! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night . Did my Tyb . This , by his voice , should be a Montague : - Fetch ...
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¹¹ ancient beauty Benvolio Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona dost doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads friar gentleman give grief Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet King Lear lady Laer Laertes look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam Malone married means Measure for Measure Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night Nurse old copies Ophelia Othello passage play poet POLONIUS pray quarto of 1603 quarto reads Queen Rape of Lucrece Roderigo Romeo Romeo and Juliet scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Troilus and Cressida Tybalt villain weep wife word
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Сторінка 247 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Сторінка 50 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Сторінка 378 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate.
Сторінка 264 - 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, you cannot play upon me.
Сторінка 340 - 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.
Сторінка 174 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't. — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month!
Сторінка 286 - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of [politic] worms* are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
Сторінка 341 - I've done you wrong ; But pardon 't, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd With sore distraction. What I have done, That might your nature, honour, and exception, Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never Hamlet : If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not ; Hamlet denies it. Who does it then ? His madness. If't be so, Hamlet is of the faction...
Сторінка 32 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Сторінка 247 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.