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Ariel bade banished Baptista began Bianca brother Caius Caliban called Celia Charles child Cordelia count Paris court crown daughter dead dear death duke duke of Albany duke of Burgundy dukedom E. V. Lucas earl of Kent eyes fair father Ferdinand forest of Arden friar Ganymede and Aliena gentle gentleman ghost give Goneril grief Hamlet hated hear heart Horatio husband Juliet Kate Katherine knew lady Laertes Lamb Lear lived lord Capulet lover maid manner Mantua marriage married Mary MARY LAMB master Mercutio Miranda Montague mother murderer Naples never night noble old king old lord Oliver Ophelia Orlando Paris passion Petruchio poison Polonius poor prince Prospero queen Regan replied Romeo Rosalind seemed servant Shakespere Shrew sir Rowland sister slain sleep speak speech spirit strange sweet Sycorax tell thing thought told took Tybalt uncle Verona wedding wicked wife wished words young
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Сторінка 82 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Сторінка 39 - But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church.
Сторінка 93 - Lear And my poor fool is hang'd. No, no, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never.
Сторінка 93 - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir. Do you see this ? Look on her, look, her lips, Look there, look there ! [Dies.
Сторінка 89 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Сторінка 93 - The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Сторінка 21 - You lie, in faith, for you are called plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst ; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of...
Сторінка 93 - KENT. Vex not his ghost; O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Сторінка 91 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth. — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Сторінка 80 - I was duke of Milan, and you were a princess and my only heir. I had a younger brother, whose name was Antonio, to whom I trusted every thing ; and as I was fond of retirement and deep study, I commonly left the management of my state affairs to your uncle, my false brother (for so indeed he proved). I, neglecting all worldly ends, buried among my books, did dedicate my whole time to the bettering of my mind. My brother Antonio being thus hi possession of my power, began to think himself the duke...