The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 11Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... Thai . It pleaseth you , my father , to express My commendations great , whose merit's less . Sim . ' Tis fit it should be so ; for princes are A model , which heaven makes like to itself : As jewels lose their glory , if neglected , So ...
... Thai . It pleaseth you , my father , to express My commendations great , whose merit's less . Sim . ' Tis fit it should be so ; for princes are A model , which heaven makes like to itself : As jewels lose their glory , if neglected , So ...
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... Thai . A knight of Sparta , my renowned father ; And the device he bears upon his shield Is a black Æthiop , reaching at the sun ; The word , Lux tua vita mihi . Sim . He loves you well , that holds his life of you . [ The second Knight ...
... Thai . A knight of Sparta , my renowned father ; And the device he bears upon his shield Is a black Æthiop , reaching at the sun ; The word , Lux tua vita mihi . Sim . He loves you well , that holds his life of you . [ The second Knight ...
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... Thai . He seems a stranger ; but his present is A wither'd branch , that's only green at top ; The motto , In hac spe vivo . Sim . A pretty moral ; From the dejected state wherein he is , He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish ...
... Thai . He seems a stranger ; but his present is A wither'd branch , that's only green at top ; The motto , In hac spe vivo . Sim . A pretty moral ; From the dejected state wherein he is , He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish ...
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... Thai . But you , my knight and guest ; To whom this wreath of victory I give , And crown you king of this day's happiness . Per . ' Tis more by fortune , lady , than my merit . Sim . Call it by what you will , the day is yours ; And ...
... Thai . But you , my knight and guest ; To whom this wreath of victory I give , And crown you king of this day's happiness . Per . ' Tis more by fortune , lady , than my merit . Sim . Call it by what you will , the day is yours ; And ...
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... Thai . To me he seems like diamond to glass . Per . Yon king's to me , like to my father's picture , Which tells me , in that glory once he was ; Had princes sit , like stars , about his throne , And he the sun , for them to reverence ...
... Thai . To me he seems like diamond to glass . Per . Yon king's to me , like to my father's picture , Which tells me , in that glory once he was ; Had princes sit , like stars , about his throne , And he the sun , for them to reverence ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius Bawd bear beseech blood Boult Caius Marcius Caph CLEON Cominius consul CORIOLANUS Corioli daughter Dionyza do't dost doth ears enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear Fish Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods gold hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour i'the king knight lady Lart look lord Timon lordship Lucullus Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina master MENENIUS Mitylene mother ne'er never noble o'the Pain patricians peace Pentapolis Pericles PHRYNIA Poet pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE III.-The Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS Simonides speak sword tell Thai Thaisa thank Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tyre unto VIRGILIA voices Volces VOLUMNIA What's worthy would'st
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Сторінка 159 - Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
Сторінка 295 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Сторінка 322 - You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Сторінка 317 - What is that curt'sy worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.