The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Том 8C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... mother could : whereupon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle , ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being so proper . Glo ...
... mother could : whereupon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle , ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being so proper . Glo ...
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... mother under the dragon's tail ; and my nativity was under ursa major ; so that it follows , I am rough and lecherous . Tut , I should have been that I am , had the maidenliest star in the firmament twin- kled on my bastardizing . Edgar ...
... mother under the dragon's tail ; and my nativity was under ursa major ; so that it follows , I am rough and lecherous . Tut , I should have been that I am , had the maidenliest star in the firmament twin- kled on my bastardizing . Edgar ...
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... mother : for when thou gavest them the rod , and put'st down thine own breeches , Then they for sudden joy did weep , And I for sorrow sung , That such a king should play bo - peep , And go the fools among . [ Singing . Pr'ythee ...
... mother : for when thou gavest them the rod , and put'st down thine own breeches , Then they for sudden joy did weep , And I for sorrow sung , That such a king should play bo - peep , And go the fools among . [ Singing . Pr'ythee ...
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... mother's pains , and benefits , To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child ! -Away , away ! [ Exit . Alh . Now , gods , that we adore , whereof comes this ? Gon ...
... mother's pains , and benefits , To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child ! -Away , away ! [ Exit . Alh . Now , gods , that we adore , whereof comes this ? Gon ...
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... mother swells up toward my heart ! Hysterica passio ! down , thou climbing sorrow , Thy element's below ! -Where is this daughter ? Kent . With the earl , sir , here within . Follow me not ; Lear . Stay here . [ Exit . Gent . Made you ...
... mother swells up toward my heart ! Hysterica passio ! down , thou climbing sorrow , Thy element's below ! -Where is this daughter ? Kent . With the earl , sir , here within . Follow me not ; Lear . Stay here . [ Exit . Gent . Made you ...
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Alack art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daugh daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fellow fool Fortinbras foul friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL grief Guil Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio Iago Juliet Kent King knave lady Laer Laertes lago Lear look lord madam Mantua marry matter Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia OTHELLO poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE sometimes soul speak Stew sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night trumpet Tybalt villain wife wilt word
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Сторінка 190 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Сторінка 81 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful...
Сторінка 85 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness : So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Сторінка 121 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Сторінка 363 - A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at. — O ! O ! Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : But there, where I have garner'd up my heart ; Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence...
Сторінка 304 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Сторінка 2 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Сторінка 125 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime 's by action dignified.
Сторінка 151 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Сторінка 247 - A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.