The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 9Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... kill him ; . It fits thee not to ask the reason why , Because we bid it . Say , is it done ? Thal . My lord , ' Tis done . Ant . Enough ; Enter a Messenger . Lest your breath cool yourself , telling your haste . Mes . My lord , prince ...
... kill him ; . It fits thee not to ask the reason why , Because we bid it . Say , is it done ? Thal . My lord , ' Tis done . Ant . Enough ; Enter a Messenger . Lest your breath cool yourself , telling your haste . Mes . My lord , prince ...
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... kill king Pericles ; and if I do not , I am sure to be hanged at home : ' tis dangerous . - Well , I perceive he was a wise fellow , and had good discretion , that be- [ 4 ] This sentiment is not much unlike that of Falstaff : " I shall ...
... kill king Pericles ; and if I do not , I am sure to be hanged at home : ' tis dangerous . - Well , I perceive he was a wise fellow , and had good discretion , that be- [ 4 ] This sentiment is not much unlike that of Falstaff : " I shall ...
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... kill . [ The fifth Knight passes . Thai . The fifth , an hand environed with clouds ; Holding out gold , that's by the touchstone tried : The motto thus , Sic spectanda fides . [ The sixth Knight passes . Sim . And what's the sixth and ...
... kill . [ The fifth Knight passes . Thai . The fifth , an hand environed with clouds ; Holding out gold , that's by the touchstone tried : The motto thus , Sic spectanda fides . [ The sixth Knight passes . Sim . And what's the sixth and ...
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... kill'd Are wonder'd at.2 ceases to think of his mistress , his stomach fails him . As displeasing sen . sations are known to diminish appetite , so pleasant ideas may be supposed to increase it . MALONE . [ 2 ] The sense appears to be ...
... kill'd Are wonder'd at.2 ceases to think of his mistress , his stomach fails him . As displeasing sen . sations are known to diminish appetite , so pleasant ideas may be supposed to increase it . MALONE . [ 2 ] The sense appears to be ...
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... kill me ? Leon . To satisfy my lady . Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ? Now , as I can remember , by my troth , I never did her hurt in all my life ; I never spake bad word , nor did ill turn To any living creature : believe me , la ...
... kill me ? Leon . To satisfy my lady . Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ? Now , as I can remember , by my troth , I never did her hurt in all my life ; I never spake bad word , nor did ill turn To any living creature : believe me , la ...
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Adonis ANON Bawd bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath cheeks Cleon Colatine daughter dead dear death deeds desire DIONYZA dost thou doth face fair fair lord false father fear fire flowers foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour Jove king kiss lady lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lucretius lust LYSIMACHUS MALONE may'st Menelaus mind mistress Mitylene never night Othello Pentapolis Pericles pity poet poison'd poor praise Priam prince prince of Tyre queen quoth Sextus Tarquinius Shakspeare shalt shame sight sorrow soul STEEVENS swear sweet Tarquin tears tell Tereus Thaisa thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thro thyself time's tongue true truth unto weep Whilst wife wilt wind words wound youth
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Сторінка 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Сторінка 130 - I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O...
Сторінка 98 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Сторінка 130 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Сторінка 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Сторінка 148 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Сторінка 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Сторінка 129 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Сторінка 111 - For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see : Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Сторінка 134 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :