The Plays of Shakespeare, Svazek 3G. Routledge & Company, 1860 |
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... mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir d A princess , no worse issued . MIRA . O , the heavens ! What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or ...
... mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir d A princess , no worse issued . MIRA . O , the heavens ! What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or ...
Strana 13
... mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen , Drop on you both ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! ( 6 ) PRO . For this , be sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy ...
... mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen , Drop on you both ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! ( 6 ) PRO . For this , be sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy ...
Strana 45
... mother was a witch , and one so strong That could control the moon , - ] So in Act II . Sc . 1 , Gonzalo says , " You would lift the moon out of her sphere , if she would continue in it five weeks without changing . " Thus , too , in ...
... mother was a witch , and one so strong That could control the moon , - ] So in Act II . Sc . 1 , Gonzalo says , " You would lift the moon out of her sphere , if she would continue in it five weeks without changing . " Thus , too , in ...
Strana 48
... mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen , Drop on you both ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! ] Wicked , in the sense of baneful , hurtful , is often met with in old medical works applied to sores ...
... mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen , Drop on you both ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! ] Wicked , in the sense of baneful , hurtful , is often met with in old medical works applied to sores ...
Strana 57
... mother could : whereupon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? KENT . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being so proper . GLO ...
... mother could : whereupon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? KENT . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being so proper . GLO ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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Strana 357 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we. have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Strana 436 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Strana 539 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Strana 444 - I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their...
Strana 507 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Strana 440 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you Sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,...
Strana 338 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may...
Strana 342 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Strana 20 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Strana 760 - ... remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's...