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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... comes , apparell'd like the spring , Graces her subjects , and her thoughts the king Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as from thence Sorrow were ever ...
... comes , apparell'd like the spring , Graces her subjects , and her thoughts the king Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as from thence Sorrow were ever ...
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... comes , but brings an heir , That may succeed as his inheritor ; And so in ours : some neighbouring nation , Taking ... comes , and whence he comes , VOL . XVI . B And what he craves . Lord . I go , SCENE IV . 21 PRINCE OF TYRE .
... comes , but brings an heir , That may succeed as his inheritor ; And so in ours : some neighbouring nation , Taking ... comes , and whence he comes , VOL . XVI . B And what he craves . Lord . I go , SCENE IV . 21 PRINCE OF TYRE .
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... comes : what shall be next , Pardon old Gower ; this long's the text . [ Exit . SCENE I. - Pentapolis , An open place by the sea side . Enter PERICLES , wet . Per . Yet cease your ire , ye angry stars of heaven ! Wind , rain , and ...
... comes : what shall be next , Pardon old Gower ; this long's the text . [ Exit . SCENE I. - Pentapolis , An open place by the sea side . Enter PERICLES , wet . Per . Yet cease your ire , ye angry stars of heaven ! Wind , rain , and ...
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... comes To an honour'd triumph , strangely furnished . 3 Lord . And on set purpose let his armour rust Until this day , to scour it in the dust . Sim . Opinion's but a fool , that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man . But ...
... comes To an honour'd triumph , strangely furnished . 3 Lord . And on set purpose let his armour rust Until this day , to scour it in the dust . Sim . Opinion's but a fool , that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man . But ...
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... comes To honour them : and princes , not doing so , Are like to gnats , which make a sound , but kill'd Are wonder'd at . Therefore to make's entrance more sweet , here say , We drink this standing - bowl of wine to him . Thai . Alas ...
... comes To honour them : and princes , not doing so , Are like to gnats , which make a sound , but kill'd Are wonder'd at . Therefore to make's entrance more sweet , here say , We drink this standing - bowl of wine to him . Thai . Alas ...
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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.