The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Том 8 |
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... hath left me " ; but in all probability it is an error . Steevens would read " gor'd me " , and Malone reprinted " left me " ; but surely nothing can be clearer than that a letter had dropped out . Where now , fathering his riots on his ...
... hath left me " ; but in all probability it is an error . Steevens would read " gor'd me " , and Malone reprinted " left me " ; but surely nothing can be clearer than that a letter had dropped out . Where now , fathering his riots on his ...
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... hath , in pity Of your declining fortunes , provided A place for you at Court of worth and credit , Which so much overjoy'd me- Hus . Out on thee , filth ! Over and overjoy'd , when I'm in torment ? [ Spurning her . ] Thou politic whore ...
... hath , in pity Of your declining fortunes , provided A place for you at Court of worth and credit , Which so much overjoy'd me- Hus . Out on thee , filth ! Over and overjoy'd , when I'm in torment ? [ Spurning her . ] Thou politic whore ...
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... hath beggared thee ! That heaven should say we must not sin , and yet made woman ! gives our senses away to find pleasure , which being found , confounds us ! Why should we know those things so much misuse us ? O , would virtue had been ...
... hath beggared thee ! That heaven should say we must not sin , and yet made woman ! gives our senses away to find pleasure , which being found , confounds us ! Why should we know those things so much misuse us ? O , would virtue had been ...
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... Hath he summ'd up these To satisfy his brother ? Here's another , And by the bleeding infants the dead mother . Wife . O ! O ! Mast . Surgeons , surgeons ! she recovers life.— One of his men , all faint and bloodied . First Ser . Follow ...
... Hath he summ'd up these To satisfy his brother ? Here's another , And by the bleeding infants the dead mother . Wife . O ! O ! Mast . Surgeons , surgeons ! she recovers life.— One of his men , all faint and bloodied . First Ser . Follow ...
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... hath then a care of his reasonable creatures ; and though Cain was suf- fered to kill his brother Abel , God bound him not to destroy himself . So for Mr. Caverley ; though God permitted the sun to blush at his unnatural acts , yet he ...
... hath then a care of his reasonable creatures ; and though Cain was suf- fered to kill his brother Abel , God bound him not to destroy himself . So for Mr. Caverley ; though God permitted the sun to blush at his unnatural acts , yet he ...
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Adonis Amadine bear beauty beauty's behold bleeding blood breast breath Bremo canst Caverley cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth England's Helicon Enter Exeunt Exit face fair false father fear flower foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven honour husband kill king king of Aragon KING OF VALENCIA kiss leave lips live look lord love's Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece lust master mistress Mouse Mucedorus ne'er never night old copies Passionate Pilgrim pity pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth Segasto Sextus Tarquinius Shakespeare shame shepherd sight sirrah sonnet sorrow soul sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thought thyself Time's tongue Tremelio true unto weep wife words worth wound YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY youth
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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.