The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 12 |
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... And , for an old aunt 2 whom the Greeks held captive , He brought a Grecian
queen , whose youth and freshness Wrinkles Apollo's , and makes pale the
morning.3 Why keep we her ? the Grecians keep our aunt : Is she worth keeping
? why ...
... And , for an old aunt 2 whom the Greeks held captive , He brought a Grecian
queen , whose youth and freshness Wrinkles Apollo's , and makes pale the
morning.3 Why keep we her ? the Grecians keep our aunt : Is she worth keeping
? why ...
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Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow , Where one but
goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons , That
one by one pursue : If you give way , Or hedge aside from the direct forthright ,
Like to ...
Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow , Where one but
goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons , That
one by one pursue : If you give way , Or hedge aside from the direct forthright ,
Like to ...
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Old Nestor tarries ; and you too , Diomed , Keep Hector company an hour or two .
Lio . I cannot , lord ; I have important business , The tide whereof is now . Good
night , great Hector . Hect . Give me your hand . Ulyss . Follow his torch , he goes
...
Old Nestor tarries ; and you too , Diomed , Keep Hector company an hour or two .
Lio . I cannot , lord ; I have important business , The tide whereof is now . Good
night , great Hector . Hect . Give me your hand . Ulyss . Follow his torch , he goes
...
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181 : « 1 7 keeps time , distance , and proportion ; ] So Ben Jonson's Bobadil : “
Note your distance , keep your due proportion of time . " Steevens , - his minim
rest , ] A minim is a note of slow time in musick , equal to two crotchets . Malone .
181 : « 1 7 keeps time , distance , and proportion ; ] So Ben Jonson's Bobadil : “
Note your distance , keep your due proportion of time . " Steevens , - his minim
rest , ] A minim is a note of slow time in musick , equal to two crotchets . Malone .
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She will beshrew me much , that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents :
But I will write again to Mantua , And keep her at my cell till Romeo come ; Poor
living corse , clos'd in a dead man's tomb ! [ Exit . SCENE III . A Church - Yard ; in
it ...
She will beshrew me much , that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents :
But I will write again to Mantua , And keep her at my cell till Romeo come ; Poor
living corse , clos'd in a dead man's tomb ! [ Exit . SCENE III . A Church - Yard ; in
it ...
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