The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 1Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... heaven , And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge , To prick and sting her . I This is to distinguish rightly between horror and ter- The latter is a proper passion of tragedy , but the former ought always to be carefully avoided ...
... heaven , And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge , To prick and sting her . I This is to distinguish rightly between horror and ter- The latter is a proper passion of tragedy , but the former ought always to be carefully avoided ...
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... heavens ! What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or blessed was't , we did ? Pro . Both , both , my girl : By foul play , as thou say'st , were we heav'd thence ; But blessedly help hither . Mira . O , my heart bleeds To ...
... heavens ! What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or blessed was't , we did ? Pro . Both , both , my girl : By foul play , as thou say'st , were we heav'd thence ; But blessedly help hither . Mira . O , my heart bleeds To ...
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... heavens ! Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ; then tell me , If this might be a brother . Mira . I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This king of Naples ...
... heavens ! Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ; then tell me , If this might be a brother . Mira . I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This king of Naples ...
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... heaven , When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt ; Under my burden groan'd ; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach , to bear up Against what should ensue . Mira . How came we ashore ? Pro . By Providence divine . Some food we ...
... heaven , When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt ; Under my burden groan'd ; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach , to bear up Against what should ensue . Mira . How came we ashore ? Pro . By Providence divine . Some food we ...
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... heavens ! — I am the best of them that speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pro . How ! the best ? What wert thou , if the king of Naples heard thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak ...
... heavens ! — I am the best of them that speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pro . How ! the best ? What wert thou , if the king of Naples heard thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak ...
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Ant.E Antipholus ARIEL Bawd better brother Caius Caliban Clau Claudio Clown COMEDY OF ERRORS didst dost doth Dro.E Dro.S Dromio Duke duke of Milan Enter Ephesus Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fault Ford friar gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Isab JOHNSON Julia Laun look Lucio madam maid Marry master Brook master doctor Milan mind Mira mistress Ford never pardon Pist play Pompey pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quic SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal shew Silvia Sir HUGH sir John Sir John Falstaff Slen Slender speak Speed spirit STEEV STEEVENS strange sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine WARBURTON What's wife woman word
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Сторінка 2 - That, to the observer, doth thy history Fully unfold : thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Сторінка 46 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i...
Сторінка 33 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Сторінка 17 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Сторінка 19 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Сторінка 43 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Сторінка 12 - Which they thought a malevolent speech. I had not told posterity this, but for their ignorance, who chose that circumstance to commend their friend by, wherein he most faulted; and to justify mine own candour: for I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Сторінка 16 - 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...
Сторінка 7 - And though this, probably the first essay of his poetry, be lost, yet it is said to have been so very bitter, that it redoubled the prosecution against him to that degree that he was obliged to leave his business and family in Warwickshire for some time, and shelter himself in London.
Сторінка 56 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.