Elizabethan Drama ...: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, Том 46P.F. Collier, 1910 |
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... hast been of me since thy exile . GAV . And since I went from hence , no soul in hell Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston . K. Edw . I know it . - Brother , welcome home my friend . Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire , And ...
... hast been of me since thy exile . GAV . And since I went from hence , no soul in hell Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston . K. Edw . I know it . - Brother , welcome home my friend . Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire , And ...
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... hast to stay , And , therefore , give me leave to look my fill , But come , sweet friend , I'll bear thee on thy way . GAV . The peers will frown . K. EDW . I pass not for their anger - Come , let's go ; O that we might as well return ...
... hast to stay , And , therefore , give me leave to look my fill , But come , sweet friend , I'll bear thee on thy way . GAV . The peers will frown . K. EDW . I pass not for their anger - Come , let's go ; O that we might as well return ...
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... hast pleaded with so good success . Q. ISAB . No other jewels hang about my neck Than these , my lord ; nor let me have more wealth Than I may fetch from this rich treasury . O how a kiss revives poor Isabel ! K. Edw . Once more receive ...
... hast pleaded with so good success . Q. ISAB . No other jewels hang about my neck Than these , my lord ; nor let me have more wealth Than I may fetch from this rich treasury . O how a kiss revives poor Isabel ! K. Edw . Once more receive ...
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... hast thou done ? Y. MOR . No more than I would answer , were he slain . [ Exit GAVESTON with Attendants . ] K. EDW . Yes , more than thou canst answer , though he live . Dear shall you both abyeR this riotous deed . Out of my presence ...
... hast thou done ? Y. MOR . No more than I would answer , were he slain . [ Exit GAVESTON with Attendants . ] K. EDW . Yes , more than thou canst answer , though he live . Dear shall you both abyeR this riotous deed . Out of my presence ...
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... hast left her all forlorn . Y. MOR . Thy court is naked , being bereft of those That make a king seem glorious to the world ; I mean the peers , whom thou should'st dearly love . Libels are cast again thee in the street ; Ballads and ...
... hast left her all forlorn . Y. MOR . Thy court is naked , being bereft of those That make a king seem glorious to the world ; I mean the peers , whom thou should'st dearly love . Libels are cast again thee in the street ; Ballads and ...
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arms art thou Baldock Banquo blood brother Caliban castle Cordelia CORN crown daughter dead dear death Denmark dost thou doth Earl Edmund England Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear follow FOOL Fortinbras France friends Gaveston GHOST give GLOU Gloucester grace grief GUIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hither honour Horatio ISAB KENT Killingworth KING EDWARD knave LADY LAER Laertes Lancaster LEAR live look lord MACB Macbeth MACD madam majesty MATREVIS mother murder night noble o'er Ophelia poison'd POLONIUS poor pray prince prithee PROS QUEEN QUEEN ISABELLA Re-enter Regan Rosencrantz SCENE sleep Soldiers soul speak SPEN Spencer sweet sword tell thee There's thine thou art thou shalt traitor TRIN unto villain Warwick WITCH words Young MORTIMER
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Сторінка 336 - WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Сторінка 389 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty ; — Seb.
Сторінка 128 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.—Something too much of this...
Сторінка 119 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
Сторінка 172 - 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. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her...
Сторінка 326 - Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck. Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale...
Сторінка 113 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Сторінка 235 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Сторінка 94 - Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Сторінка 330 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the time has been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is.