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Сторінка 118 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Сторінка 118 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Сторінка 98 - How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it ; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.— How long hast thou been a grave-maker? 1 Clo. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.
Сторінка 327 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Сторінка 253 - ... entirely apprehended by his hearer. There was sometimes an obvious struggle to do this to his own satisfaction ; he seemed labouring to drag his thought to light from its deep lurking-place ; and, with...
Сторінка 71 - I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Сторінка 247 - Snug the Joiner is the moral man of the piece, who proceeds by measurement and discretion in all things. You see him with his rule and compasses in his hand. " Have you the lion's part written ? Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
Сторінка 71 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name ! Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Сторінка 103 - Her defence was (I have the trial in my pocket), 'that she had lived in credit, and wanted for nothing, till a pressgang came and stole her husband from her; but, since then, she had no bed to lie on; nothing to give her children to eat; and they were almost naked; and perhaps she might have done something wrong, for she hardly knew what she did!