The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 4Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... cause ? Clar . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike , his majesty hath some intent , That you shall be new christen'd in the ...
... cause ? Clar . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike , his majesty hath some intent , That you shall be new christen'd in the ...
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... cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him , as you . Hast . More pity , that the eagle should be mew'd , While ...
... cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him , as you . Hast . More pity , that the eagle should be mew'd , While ...
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... into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry , and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou wast the cause , and most accurs'd SCENE II . 15 KING RICHARD III .
... into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry , and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou wast the cause , and most accurs'd SCENE II . 15 KING RICHARD III .
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... cause , and most accurs'd effect . Glo . Your beauty was the cause of that effect ; Your beauty , which did haunt me in my sleep , To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I ...
... cause , and most accurs'd effect . Glo . Your beauty was the cause of that effect ; Your beauty , which did haunt me in my sleep , To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I ...
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... cause to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place : Where - after I have solemnly interr'd , At Chertsey monast'ry , this noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , - I will with all expedient duty see you ...
... cause to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place : Where - after I have solemnly interr'd , At Chertsey monast'ry , this noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , - I will with all expedient duty see you ...
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Aaron Andronicus Anne Bassianus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal CATESBY Cham CHIRON Clar Clarence curse dead dear death deed Demetrius Dorset dost doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Edward Eliz emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace gracious hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Kath King RICHARD king's lady Lavinia live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lucius Lysander madam Marcus mother Murd murder never night noble peace PHILOSTRATE pity pray prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin revenge Rich Richmond Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sleep sons sorrow soul speak Stan sweet Tamora tears tell thee Theseus thine Thisby thou art thou hast Titania Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue unto weep
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Сторінка 286 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Сторінка 295 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Сторінка 134 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Сторінка 6 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Сторінка 6 - But I. that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at mo as I halt by them...
Сторінка 237 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Сторінка 34 - As we paced along • Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Сторінка 337 - I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report...
Сторінка 234 - 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 stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Сторінка 35 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.