The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Том 2S. Andrus, 1829 |
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... eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove back his enemies , Than mid - day sun , fierce bent against their faces . What should I say ? his deeds exceed all speech : He ne'er lift up his hand , but conquered . Exe . We ...
... eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove back his enemies , Than mid - day sun , fierce bent against their faces . What should I say ? his deeds exceed all speech : He ne'er lift up his hand , but conquered . Exe . We ...
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... eyes be witness with mine ears , To give their censure1 of these rare reports . Enter Messenger and Talbot . Mess ... eye ; I have , perhaps , some shallow spirit of judgment ; ( 5 ) Announced loudly . ( 6 ) i . e . Regulate his motions ...
... eyes be witness with mine ears , To give their censure1 of these rare reports . Enter Messenger and Talbot . Mess ... eye ; I have , perhaps , some shallow spirit of judgment ; ( 5 ) Announced loudly . ( 6 ) i . e . Regulate his motions ...
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... eyes , that I can read no further . K. Hen . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , -It is further agreed between them that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be released and delivered over to the king her father ; and ...
... eyes , that I can read no further . K. Hen . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , -It is further agreed between them that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be released and delivered over to the king her father ; and ...
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... eyes to see her miseries . " Enter the Duchess of Gloster , in a white sheet , with papers pinned upon her back , her feet bare , and a taper burning in her hand ; Sir John Stanley , a Sheriff , and Officers . Serv . So please your ...
... eyes to see her miseries . " Enter the Duchess of Gloster , in a white sheet , with papers pinned upon her back , her feet bare , and a taper burning in her hand ; Sir John Stanley , a Sheriff , and Officers . Serv . So please your ...
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... eyes blab his heart's malice , ' And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate ; Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue " The envious load that lies upon his heart ; And dogged York , that reaches at the moon , " Whose overweening arm I ...
... eyes blab his heart's malice , ' And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate ; Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue " The envious load that lies upon his heart ; And dogged York , that reaches at the moon , " Whose overweening arm I ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
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Сторінка 242 - 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.
Сторінка 430 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Сторінка 396 - 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...
Сторінка 419 - 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.
Сторінка 384 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Сторінка 259 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Сторінка 403 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Сторінка 280 - Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : husband, I come : Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire and air ; my other elements I give to baser life.
Сторінка 67 - When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Сторінка 135 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.