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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... doth die for't . Kings are earth's gods : in vice their law's their will ; And if Jove stray , who dares say , Jove doth ill ? It is enough you know ; and it is fit , What being more known grows worse , to smother it . All love the womb ...
... doth die for't . Kings are earth's gods : in vice their law's their will ; And if Jove stray , who dares say , Jove doth ill ? It is enough you know ; and it is fit , What being more known grows worse , to smother it . All love the womb ...
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... doth tune us otherwise : Forty days longer we do respite you ; If by which time our secret be undone , This mercy shows , we'll joy in such a son : And until then , your entertain shall be , As doth befit our honour , and your worth ...
... doth tune us otherwise : Forty days longer we do respite you ; If by which time our secret be undone , This mercy shows , we'll joy in such a son : And until then , your entertain shall be , As doth befit our honour , and your worth ...
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... doth provoke ; Murder's as near to lust , as flame to smoke . Poison and treason are the hands of sin , Ay , and the ... doth sin In such a loathed manner : And therefore instantly this prince must die ; For by his fall my honour must ...
... doth provoke ; Murder's as near to lust , as flame to smoke . Poison and treason are the hands of sin , Ay , and the ... doth sin In such a loathed manner : And therefore instantly this prince must die ; For by his fall my honour must ...
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... doth level at , so ne'er return , Unless thou say , prince Pericles is dead . Thal . My lord , if I Can get him once within my pistol's length , I'll make him sure : so farewell to your highness . [ Exit . Ant . Thaliard , adieu ! till ...
... doth level at , so ne'er return , Unless thou say , prince Pericles is dead . Thal . My lord , if I Can get him once within my pistol's length , I'll make him sure : so farewell to your highness . [ Exit . Ant . Thaliard , adieu ! till ...
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... doth , ) That I should open to the listening air , How many worthy princes ' bloods were shed , To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope , - To lop that doubt , he'll fill this land with arms , And make pretence of wrong that I have done ...
... doth , ) That I should open to the listening air , How many worthy princes ' bloods were shed , To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope , - To lop that doubt , he'll fill this land with arms , And make pretence of wrong that I have done ...
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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.