The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Том 1Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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... hours ; or that the spectator can suppose himself to sit in the theatre , while am- bassadors go and return between distant kings , while armies are levied and towns besieged , while an exile wanders and returns , or till he whom they ...
... hours ; or that the spectator can suppose himself to sit in the theatre , while am- bassadors go and return between distant kings , while armies are levied and towns besieged , while an exile wanders and returns , or till he whom they ...
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... hour at Alexandria , and the next at Rome , supposes , that when the play opeus , the spectator really imagines himself at Alexandria , and believes that his walk to the theatre has been a voyage to Egypt , and that he lives in the days ...
... hour at Alexandria , and the next at Rome , supposes , that when the play opeus , the spectator really imagines himself at Alexandria , and believes that his walk to the theatre has been a voyage to Egypt , and that he lives in the days ...
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... hour the life of a hero , or the revolutions of an empire . Whether Shakspeare knew the unities , and rejected them by design , or deviated from them by happy ignorance , it is , I think , impossible to decide , and useless to inquire ...
... hour the life of a hero , or the revolutions of an empire . Whether Shakspeare knew the unities , and rejected them by design , or deviated from them by happy ignorance , it is , I think , impossible to decide , and useless to inquire ...
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... hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I [ Exit . say . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate ...
... hour , if it so hap . - Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I [ Exit . say . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate ...
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... hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not ; ( So dear the love my people bore me ) nor set A mark so bloody on the business ; but With colours fairer ...
... hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not ; ( So dear the love my people bore me ) nor set A mark so bloody on the business ; but With colours fairer ...
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Сторінка 38 - 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, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought...
Сторінка 25 - 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 31 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Сторінка 35 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art...
Сторінка 26 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
Сторінка 22 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Сторінка 25 - 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 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Сторінка 48 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Сторінка 50 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.