The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Том 3 |
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... shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bust . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea , and none of mine : The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At least from fair five hundred ...
... shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bust . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea , and none of mine : The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At least from fair five hundred ...
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... shame upon you , whe'r she does or no . His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames , Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee : Ay , with these crystal beads heaven shall ...
... shame upon you , whe'r she does or no . His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames , Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee : Ay , with these crystal beads heaven shall ...
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... shame , oppression , perjury : Or , if it must stand still , let wives with child Pray that their burdens may not fall this day , Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crossed : But on this day , let seamen fear no wreck ; No bargains ...
... shame , oppression , perjury : Or , if it must stand still , let wives with child Pray that their burdens may not fall this day , Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crossed : But on this day , let seamen fear no wreck ; No bargains ...
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... shame , And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant limbs . Aust . O that a man should speak these words to me ! Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant limbs . Aust . Thou dar'st not say so , villain , for thy life . " Bast ...
... shame , And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant limbs . Aust . O that a man should speak these words to me ! Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant limbs . Aust . Thou dar'st not say so , villain , for thy life . " Bast ...
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... shame hath spoiled the sweet world's taste , That it yields nought but shame and bitterness . Pand . Before the curing of a strong disease , Even in the instant of repair and health , The fit is strongest : evils that take leave , On ...
... shame hath spoiled the sweet world's taste , That it yields nought but shame and bitterness . Pand . Before the curing of a strong disease , Even in the instant of repair and health , The fit is strongest : evils that take leave , On ...
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Сторінка 223 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Сторінка 471 - I have ventured, 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 stre-am, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Сторінка 40 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Сторінка 128 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Сторінка 5 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Сторінка 197 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Сторінка 197 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...