The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Том 5 |
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... eye to flow , We now present . Those that can pity , here May , if they think it well , let fall a tear ; The subject will deserve it : such , as give Their money out of hope they may believe , May here find truth too : those , that ...
... eye to flow , We now present . Those that can pity , here May , if they think it well , let fall a tear ; The subject will deserve it : such , as give Their money out of hope they may believe , May here find truth too : those , that ...
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... beggar . The two kings , Equal in lustre , were now best , now worst , As presence did present them ; him in eye , Still him in praise : and , being present both , ' Twas said they saw but one ; and no SC . 1. ] 5 King Henry VIII .
... beggar . The two kings , Equal in lustre , were now best , now worst , As presence did present them ; him in eye , Still him in praise : and , being present both , ' Twas said they saw but one ; and no SC . 1. ] 5 King Henry VIII .
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... eye Pierce into that ; but I can see his pride Peep through each part of him whence has he that ? If not from hell , the devil is a niggard ; Or has given all before , and he begins A new hell in himself . Buck . Why the devil , Upon ...
... eye Pierce into that ; but I can see his pride Peep through each part of him whence has he that ? If not from hell , the devil is a niggard ; Or has given all before , and he begins A new hell in himself . Buck . Why the devil , Upon ...
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... eyes , He did discharge a horrible oath ; whose tenor Was , were he evil us'd , he would out - go His father , by as much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose . K. Hen . There's his period , To sheath his knife in us . - He is ...
... eyes , He did discharge a horrible oath ; whose tenor Was , were he evil us'd , he would out - go His father , by as much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose . K. Hen . There's his period , To sheath his knife in us . - He is ...
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... eyes , that so long have slept upon This bold bad man . Suf . And free us from his slavery . Nor . We had need pray , And heartily , for our deliverance , Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages . All men's ...
... eyes , that so long have slept upon This bold bad man . Suf . And free us from his slavery . Nor . We had need pray , And heartily , for our deliverance , Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages . All men's ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus art thou Aufidius Bassianus bear BENVOLIO blood brother Calchas CAPULET cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Corr Cres Cressid death Diomed dost doth emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio friends give gods Goths grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector hither honour Juliet Kath king kiss Lady Cap Lart Lavinia lord Lord Chamberlain Lucius madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius Mercutio night noble Nurse old copies Pandarus Paris Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Re-enter Rome Romeo SCENE Second Cit Second Gent soul speak stand sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribunes Troilus Trojan Troy trumpets Tybalt Ulyss What's word
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Сторінка 59 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Сторінка 81 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Сторінка 22 - Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad.
Сторінка 63 - Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Сторінка 3 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Сторінка 23 - Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
Сторінка 22 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Сторінка 81 - I am fallen indeed. CROM. How does your grace ? WOL. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Сторінка 23 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything...
Сторінка 73 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path...