The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Том 8 |
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... kind nursery . Hence , and avoid my sight ! — - So be my grave my peace , as here I give [ TO CORDELIA . Her father's heart from her ! Call France ; - Who stirs ? Call Burgundy . - Cornwall , and Albany , With my two daughters ' dowers ...
... kind nursery . Hence , and avoid my sight ! — - So be my grave my peace , as here I give [ TO CORDELIA . Her father's heart from her ! Call France ; - Who stirs ? Call Burgundy . - Cornwall , and Albany , With my two daughters ' dowers ...
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... kind . 5 Lend less than thou owest , ] That is , do not lend all that thou hast . To owe , in old English , is to possess . 6 Learn more than thou trowest . ] To trow , is an old word which signifies to believe . Fool . Dost thou know ...
... kind . 5 Lend less than thou owest , ] That is , do not lend all that thou hast . To owe , in old English , is to possess . 6 Learn more than thou trowest . ] To trow , is an old word which signifies to believe . Fool . Dost thou know ...
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... kind of thing , than a fool : and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ; thou hast pared thy wit o'both sides , and left nothing in the middle : Here comes one o'the parings . Enter GONERIL . Lear . How now , daughter ? what makes that ...
... kind of thing , than a fool : and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ; thou hast pared thy wit o'both sides , and left nothing in the middle : Here comes one o'the parings . Enter GONERIL . Lear . How now , daughter ? what makes that ...
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... kind and comfortable ; When she shall hear this of thee , with her nails She'll flay thy wolfish visage . Thou shalt find , That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think I have cast off for ever ; thou shalt , I warrant thee ...
... kind and comfortable ; When she shall hear this of thee , with her nails She'll flay thy wolfish visage . Thou shalt find , That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think I have cast off for ever ; thou shalt , I warrant thee ...
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... fool uses the word kindly here in two senses : it means affectionately , and like the rest of her kind . 2 I did her wrong : ] He is musing on Cordelia . Fool . Can'st tell how an oyster makes his shell 38 ACT I. KING LEAR . SCENE V. ...
... fool uses the word kindly here in two senses : it means affectionately , and like the rest of her kind . 2 I did her wrong : ] He is musing on Cordelia . Fool . Can'st tell how an oyster makes his shell 38 ACT I. KING LEAR . SCENE V. ...
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ancient art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare signifies soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain wife word
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Сторінка 399 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Сторінка 325 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Сторінка 314 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
Сторінка 112 - 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; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Сторінка 286 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And.
Сторінка 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Сторінка 339 - Tis now the very witching time of night ; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
Сторінка 118 - 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 306 - ... this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Сторінка 386 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?