The Plays of Shakespeare, Том 3G. Routledge & Company, 1860 |
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... face , " and " heaven's face , " it may well be questioned whether " cheek , " in this place , is not a misprint . Mr. Collier's annotator substitutes heat , a change characterised by Mr. Dyce as " equally tasteless and absurd . " A ...
... face , " and " heaven's face , " it may well be questioned whether " cheek , " in this place , is not a misprint . Mr. Collier's annotator substitutes heat , a change characterised by Mr. Dyce as " equally tasteless and absurd . " A ...
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... face , What thou shouldst be : the occasion speaks thee ; and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head . SEB . What , art thou waking ? ANT . Do you not hear me speak ? SEB . I do ; and surely It is a sleepy language ...
... face , What thou shouldst be : the occasion speaks thee ; and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head . SEB . What , art thou waking ? ANT . Do you not hear me speak ? SEB . I do ; and surely It is a sleepy language ...
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... face of hers again : -therefore be gone , Without our grace , our love , our benison.- Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt LEAR , BURGUNDY , CORN- WALL , ALBANY , GLOUCESTER , and Attendants . FRANCE . Bid farewell to your ...
... face of hers again : -therefore be gone , Without our grace , our love , our benison.- Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt LEAR , BURGUNDY , CORN- WALL , ALBANY , GLOUCESTER , and Attendants . FRANCE . Bid farewell to your ...
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... face ? LEAR . NO . FOOL . Why , to keep one's eyes of either side his nose ; that what a man cannot smell out , he may spy into . LEAR . I did her wrong.- FOOL . Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell ? LEAR . NO . FOOL . Nor I ...
... face ? LEAR . NO . FOOL . Why , to keep one's eyes of either side his nose ; that what a man cannot smell out , he may spy into . LEAR . I did her wrong.- FOOL . Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell ? LEAR . NO . FOOL . Nor I ...
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... face I'll grime with filth ; Blanket my loins ; elf all my hair * in knots ; a And with presented nakedness out - face The winds and persecutions of the sky . The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars , ( 2 ) who , with ...
... face I'll grime with filth ; Blanket my loins ; elf all my hair * in knots ; a And with presented nakedness out - face The winds and persecutions of the sky . The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars , ( 2 ) who , with ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassio CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Cominius Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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Сторінка 762 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Сторінка 342 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Сторінка 766 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Сторінка 24 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Сторінка 421 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Сторінка 354 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Сторінка 114 - 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 681 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Сторінка 477 - And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor...
Сторінка 763 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack! he was but one hour mine, The...