Complete Works of Shakespeare, Том 2Co-Operative Publications Society, 1887 |
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... Thou art to me as secret , and as dear , As Anna to the queen of Carthage was , - Tranio , I burn , I pine , I perish , Tranio , If I achieve not this young modest girl . Counsel me , Tranio , for I know thou canst ; Assist me , Tranio ...
... Thou art to me as secret , and as dear , As Anna to the queen of Carthage was , - Tranio , I burn , I pine , I perish , Tranio , If I achieve not this young modest girl . Counsel me , Tranio , for I know thou canst ; Assist me , Tranio ...
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... thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous ; But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring - time flowers . Thou canst not frown , thou canst not look askance , Nor bite the lip as angry wenches will ; Nor hast thou pleasure to be ...
... thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous ; But slow in speech , yet sweet as spring - time flowers . Thou canst not frown , thou canst not look askance , Nor bite the lip as angry wenches will ; Nor hast thou pleasure to be ...
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... thou art a reverend father ; Pardon , I pray thee , for my mad mistaking . Pet . Do , good old grandsire ; and withal make known Which way thou travellest ; if along with us , We shall be joyful of thy company . Vin . Fair sir , and you ...
... thou art a reverend father ; Pardon , I pray thee , for my mad mistaking . Pet . Do , good old grandsire ; and withal make known Which way thou travellest ; if along with us , We shall be joyful of thy company . Vin . Fair sir , and you ...
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... thou Hast cleansed my bosom ; I from thee departed Thy penitent reformed ; but we have been Deceived in thy integrity , deceived In that which seems so . Cam . Be it forbid , my lord ! Leon . To bide upon't : Thou art not honest ; or , If ...
... thou Hast cleansed my bosom ; I from thee departed Thy penitent reformed ; but we have been Deceived in thy integrity , deceived In that which seems so . Cam . Be it forbid , my lord ! Leon . To bide upon't : Thou art not honest ; or , If ...
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William Shakespeare. Leon . How could that be ? Either thou art most ignorant by age , Or thou wert born a fool . Camillo's flight , Added to their familiarity , ( Which was as gross as ever touched conjecture , That lacked sight only ...
William Shakespeare. Leon . How could that be ? Either thou art most ignorant by age , Or thou wert born a fool . Camillo's flight , Added to their familiarity , ( Which was as gross as ever touched conjecture , That lacked sight only ...
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Страница 116 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Страница 244 - Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ; And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
Страница 204 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use...
Страница 558 - Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor : Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up...
Страница 323 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Страница 213 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still. And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one...
Страница 117 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
Страница 250 - Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. I have lived long enough: my way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
Страница 504 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Страница 458 - Tis not due yet ; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter; Honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if Honor prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can Honor set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is Honor ? A word. What is in that word, Honor ? What is that Honor ? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? He that died o