The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 8Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... father all . Lear . But goes this with thy heart ? Cor . Ay , good my lord . Lear . So young , and so untender ? Cor ... father's heart from her ! -Call France ; -Who stirs ? Call Burgundy . - Cornwall , and Albany , With my two ...
... father all . Lear . But goes this with thy heart ? Cor . Ay , good my lord . Lear . So young , and so untender ? Cor ... father's heart from her ! -Call France ; -Who stirs ? Call Burgundy . - Cornwall , and Albany , With my two ...
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... father , That you must lose a husband . Cor . Peace be with Burgundy ! Since that respects of fortune are his love ... father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know you what you are ; And , like a sister , am most loath to call ...
... father , That you must lose a husband . Cor . Peace be with Burgundy ! Since that respects of fortune are his love ... father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know you what you are ; And , like a sister , am most loath to call ...
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... father will hence to - night . Reg . That's most certain , and with you ; next month with us . Gon . You see how full of changes his ages is ; the ob- servation we have made of it hath not been little ; he always loved our sister most ...
... father will hence to - night . Reg . That's most certain , and with you ; next month with us . Gon . You see how full of changes his ages is ; the ob- servation we have made of it hath not been little ; he always loved our sister most ...
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... father's love is to the bastard Edmund , As to the legitimate : Fine word , -- legitimate ! Well , my legitimate , if this letter speed , And my invention thrive , Edmund the base Shall top the legitimate . I grow ; I prosper : - Now ...
... father's love is to the bastard Edmund , As to the legitimate : Fine word , -- legitimate ! Well , my legitimate , if this letter speed , And my invention thrive , Edmund the base Shall top the legitimate . I grow ; I prosper : - Now ...
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... father would sleep till I waked him , you should enjoy half his revenue for ever , and live the beloved of your brother , Edgar . - Humph - Conspiracy ! -Sleep till I waked him , -you should enjoy half his revenue , -My son Edgar ! Had ...
... father would sleep till I waked him , you should enjoy half his revenue for ever , and live the beloved of your brother , Edgar . - Humph - Conspiracy ! -Sleep till I waked him , -you should enjoy half his revenue , -My son Edgar ! Had ...
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Сторінка 104 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Сторінка 51 - Speak the speech I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Сторінка 70 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Сторінка 61 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Сторінка 20 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! — Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee, Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me: Let me not burst in ignorance!
Сторінка 76 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Сторінка 53 - 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.
Сторінка 14 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters,— That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Сторінка 106 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Сторінка 50 - The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...