The Plays of William Shakspeare, Томи 11 – 12C. & J. Rivington, 1826 - 960 стор. |
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... thank you for't ! And now , 1 pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth ... By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine ...
... thank you for't ! And now , 1 pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth ... By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine ...
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... Thank you : wondrous heavy . [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ? Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eye - lids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep ...
... Thank you : wondrous heavy . [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ? Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eye - lids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep ...
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... thank you , you swinged me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were set ; so , your affection would cease . Fal . Last night she enjoined ...
... thank you , you swinged me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were set ; so , your affection would cease . Fal . Last night she enjoined ...
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... thanks you . . What say'st thou ? Jel . I thank you , madam , that you tender her : Poor gentlewoman ! my master wrongs her much . Sil . Dost thou know her ? Jul Almost as well as I do know myself : To think upon her woes , I do protest ...
... thanks you . . What say'st thou ? Jel . I thank you , madam , that you tender her : Poor gentlewoman ! my master wrongs her much . Sil . Dost thou know her ? Jul Almost as well as I do know myself : To think upon her woes , I do protest ...
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... thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I am glad to see you , good master Slender . Slen . How does your fallow greyhound , sir ? I heard say , he was out - run on Cotsale . - Page . It could not be judg'd ...
... thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I am glad to see you , good master Slender . Slen . How does your fallow greyhound , sir ? I heard say , he was out - run on Cotsale . - Page . It could not be judg'd ...
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Alençon arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claudio cousin daughter death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato liege live look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress musick never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior sir John sir John Falstaff soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain What's wife wilt word
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Сторінка 135 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Сторінка 386 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Сторінка 157 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Сторінка 210 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow; then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth; and then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern...
Сторінка 322 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...