The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Том 8 |
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... fear I come not to be wei- come . Hus . Yes ; howsoever . Mast . ' Tis not my fashion , sir , to dwell in long circum- stance , but to be plain and effectual : therefore , to the purpose . The cause of my setting forth was piteous and ...
... fear I come not to be wei- come . Hus . Yes ; howsoever . Mast . ' Tis not my fashion , sir , to dwell in long circum- stance , but to be plain and effectual : therefore , to the purpose . The cause of my setting forth was piteous and ...
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... fear no vizards , nor bugbears . [ The Father takes up the Boy by his long coat with one hand , and with the other draws his dagger . Hus . Up , sir ; for here thou hast no inheritance left . Son . O ! what will you do , father , for I ...
... fear no vizards , nor bugbears . [ The Father takes up the Boy by his long coat with one hand , and with the other draws his dagger . Hus . Up , sir ; for here thou hast no inheritance left . Son . O ! what will you do , father , for I ...
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... Though I did beg with you , which thing I fear'd . O ! ' twas the enemy my eyes so blear'd . O ! would you could pray heaven me to forgive , That will unto my end repentant live . Wife . 30 [ Sc . x . A Yorkshire Tragedy .
... Though I did beg with you , which thing I fear'd . O ! ' twas the enemy my eyes so blear'd . O ! would you could pray heaven me to forgive , That will unto my end repentant live . Wife . 30 [ Sc . x . A Yorkshire Tragedy .
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... fear of his creditors abridge his coming up , for I will protect him both from them , and also provide some place in Court for him , wherein he shall find I am his honourable kinsman . " The good gentlewoman was so struck with joy at ...
... fear of his creditors abridge his coming up , for I will protect him both from them , and also provide some place in Court for him , wherein he shall find I am his honourable kinsman . " The good gentlewoman was so struck with joy at ...
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... fear the very dart of Death . Com . And I'll defend them , maugre all thy spite . So , ugly fiend , farewell , till time shall serve That we may meet and parle for the best . Env . Content , Comedy . I'll go spread my Mucedorus . 7.
... fear the very dart of Death . Com . And I'll defend them , maugre all thy spite . So , ugly fiend , farewell , till time shall serve That we may meet and parle for the best . Env . Content , Comedy . I'll go spread my Mucedorus . 7.
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Сторінка 202 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Сторінка 175 - Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving?
Сторінка 16 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Сторінка 145 - 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...
Сторінка 163 - As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave...
Сторінка 184 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Сторінка 228 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Сторінка 155 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Сторінка 156 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Сторінка 128 - Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity ? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.