The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With Glossarial Notes, a Sketch of His Life, and an Estimate of His WritingsMoon, Boys & Graves, printsellers, 1832 - 908 стор. |
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... Better- ton , the celebrated comedian , who had been at the trouble of a journey into Warwick- shire purposely to obtain them . Nearly all the faults of the first edition were perpetuated in this ; and according to Dr. Warburton , Mr ...
... Better- ton , the celebrated comedian , who had been at the trouble of a journey into Warwick- shire purposely to obtain them . Nearly all the faults of the first edition were perpetuated in this ; and according to Dr. Warburton , Mr ...
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... better a ground Therefore , for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate him , manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition ; and , out of his noble carelessness , lets them plainly see't . But they , upon their ...
... better a ground Therefore , for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate him , manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition ; and , out of his noble carelessness , lets them plainly see't . But they , upon their ...
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... better soldier : Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true , And it shall please me well : For mine owu part I shall be glad to learn of nobler men . Cas . You wrong me every way , you wrong me , Brutus ; I said an elder soldier not a ...
... better soldier : Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true , And it shall please me well : For mine owu part I shall be glad to learn of nobler men . Cas . You wrong me every way , you wrong me , Brutus ; I said an elder soldier not a ...
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... better , as you do . Bra . Good words are better than bad strokes , Octavius . Ant . In your bad strokes , Brutus , you give good words : Witness the hole you made in Cesar's heart , Crying , Long live ! hail , Cesar ! Cas . Antony ...
... better , as you do . Bra . Good words are better than bad strokes , Octavius . Ant . In your bad strokes , Brutus , you give good words : Witness the hole you made in Cesar's heart , Crying , Long live ! hail , Cesar ! Cas . Antony ...
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... better deeds to - morrow . Rest you happy ! [ Exeunt . lands ! Summons . tt Fame . Alex . Soothsayer . Sooth . Your will ? Char . Is this the man ? -Is't you , Sir , that know things ? loved . serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long ...
... better deeds to - morrow . Rest you happy ! [ Exeunt . lands ! Summons . tt Fame . Alex . Soothsayer . Sooth . Your will ? Char . Is this the man ? -Is't you , Sir , that know things ? loved . serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long ...
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Сторінка 210 - 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, Whereof by parcels...
Сторінка 325 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Сторінка 242 - 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 186 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Сторінка 44 - 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...
Сторінка 211 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Сторінка 60 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, 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.
Сторінка 200 - 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.
Сторінка 355 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you?
Сторінка 240 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.