The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... fear no colours . Mar. Make that good . Clo . He shall see none to fear . Mar. A good lenten answer : I can tell thee where that saying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good Mistress Mary ? Mar. In the wars ; and that ...
... fear no colours . Mar. Make that good . Clo . He shall see none to fear . Mar. A good lenten answer : I can tell thee where that saying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good Mistress Mary ? Mar. In the wars ; and that ...
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... fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind . Fate , show thy force : ourselves we do not owe ; What is decreed must be , —and be this so ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. The sea - coast . Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN . Ant ...
... fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind . Fate , show thy force : ourselves we do not owe ; What is decreed must be , —and be this so ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. The sea - coast . Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN . Ant ...
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... my willing love , The rather by these arguments of fear , Set forth in your pursuit . Seb . My kind Antonio , I can no other answer make , but thanks , And thanks , and ever thanks ; and oft good 42 [ ACT III . TWELFTH - NIGHT ; OR ,
... my willing love , The rather by these arguments of fear , Set forth in your pursuit . Seb . My kind Antonio , I can no other answer make , but thanks , And thanks , and ever thanks ; and oft good 42 [ ACT III . TWELFTH - NIGHT ; OR ,
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... fear to kill a woodcock , lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam . Fare thee well . Mal . [ within . ] Sir Topas , Sir Topas , - Sir To . My most exquisite Sir Topas ! Clo . Nay , I am for all waters . Mar. Thou mightst have done ...
... fear to kill a woodcock , lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam . Fare thee well . Mal . [ within . ] Sir Topas , Sir Topas , - Sir To . My most exquisite Sir Topas ! Clo . Nay , I am for all waters . Mar. Thou mightst have done ...
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... fear That makes thee strangle thy propriety : Fear not , Cesario ; take thy fortunes up ; Be that thou know'st thou art , and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st . Re - enter Attendant , with Priest . O , welcome , father ...
... fear That makes thee strangle thy propriety : Fear not , Cesario ; take thy fortunes up ; Be that thou know'st thou art , and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st . Re - enter Attendant , with Priest . O , welcome , father ...
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Страница 28 - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
Страница 435 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Страница 557 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Страница 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Страница 28 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Страница 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.