The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Том 6 |
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... fair . This man so cómplete , Who was enroll'd ' mongst wonders , and when we , Almost with ravish'd list'ning , could not find His hour of speech a minute ; he , my lady , Hath into monstrous habits put the graces * Beyond . That once ...
... fair . This man so cómplete , Who was enroll'd ' mongst wonders , and when we , Almost with ravish'd list'ning , could not find His hour of speech a minute ; he , my lady , Hath into monstrous habits put the graces * Beyond . That once ...
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... fair content , and you : none here , he hopes , In all this noble bevy * , has brought with her One care abroad ; he would have all as merry As first - good company , good wine , good welcome , Can make good people . - O , my lord , you ...
... fair content , and you : none here , he hopes , In all this noble bevy * , has brought with her One care abroad ; he would have all as merry As first - good company , good wine , good welcome , Can make good people . - O , my lord , you ...
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... fair ladies Pass away frowning . Sands . Let me alone . For my little cure , Hautboys . Enter Cardinal Wolsey , attended ; and takes his state * . Wol . You are welcome , my fair guests ; that no- ble lady , Or gentleman , that is not ...
... fair ladies Pass away frowning . Sands . Let me alone . For my little cure , Hautboys . Enter Cardinal Wolsey , attended ; and takes his state * . Wol . You are welcome , my fair guests ; that no- ble lady , Or gentleman , that is not ...
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... fair cheeks , my lord ; then we shall have them Talk us to silence . Anne . My lord Sands . Sands . You are a merry gamester , Yes , if I make my play * . Here's to your ladyship ; and pledge it , madam , For ' tis to such a thing ...
... fair cheeks , my lord ; then we shall have them Talk us to silence . Anne . My lord Sands . Sands . You are a merry gamester , Yes , if I make my play * . Here's to your ladyship ; and pledge it , madam , For ' tis to such a thing ...
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... fair assembly This right to meet here , they could do no less , Out of the great respect they bear to beauty , But leave their flocks ; and , under your fair conduct , Crave leave to view these ladies , and entreat An hour of revels ...
... fair assembly This right to meet here , they could do no less , Out of the great respect they bear to beauty , But leave their flocks ; and , under your fair conduct , Crave leave to view these ladies , and entreat An hour of revels ...
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Сторінка 72 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Сторінка 175 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path...
Сторінка 72 - 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.
Сторінка 299 - I'll example you with thievery : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction , ' Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : . • The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture " stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Сторінка 285 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Сторінка 75 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Сторінка 431 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Сторінка 74 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Сторінка 175 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Сторінка 72 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.