The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 12 |
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She addresses herself , I suppose , to Pandarus , and , by her deposer , moans
— she who thinks her beauty ( or whose beauty you suppose ) to be superior to
mine But the passage in question ( as Arthur says of bimself in King John ) is “ not
...
She addresses herself , I suppose , to Pandarus , and , by her deposer , moans
— she who thinks her beauty ( or whose beauty you suppose ) to be superior to
mine But the passage in question ( as Arthur says of bimself in King John ) is “ not
...
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... whereas the true sense is , “ Be it known unto you , that on ac . count of a gift or
faculty I have of seeing things to come , which faculty I suppose would be
esteemed by you as acceptable and useful , I have abandoned Troy my native
country .
... whereas the true sense is , “ Be it known unto you , that on ac . count of a gift or
faculty I have of seeing things to come , which faculty I suppose would be
esteemed by you as acceptable and useful , I have abandoned Troy my native
country .
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I suppose the editor of the folio meant - the secretest of nature , and that secrets
was an error of the press . So , in Macbeth : “ The secret'st man of blood " Malone
I suppose our author to have written - secrecies . A similar thought occurs in ...
I suppose the editor of the folio meant - the secretest of nature , and that secrets
was an error of the press . So , in Macbeth : “ The secret'st man of blood " Malone
I suppose our author to have written - secrecies . A similar thought occurs in ...
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... 1599 : but in order to familiarize the idea , he has diminished its propriety . In
the pictures of burgo - masters , the ring is generally placed on the forefinger ;
and from a passage in The First Part of Henry IV , we may suppose the citizens ,
in ...
... 1599 : but in order to familiarize the idea , he has diminished its propriety . In
the pictures of burgo - masters , the ring is generally placed on the forefinger ;
and from a passage in The First Part of Henry IV , we may suppose the citizens ,
in ...
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O Romeus , ( quod she ) in whom all vertues shine , Welcome thou art into this
place , where from these eyes of mine Such teary streames did fowe , that I
suppose wel ny The source of all my bitter teares is altogether drye . Absence so
pynde ...
O Romeus , ( quod she ) in whom all vertues shine , Welcome thou art into this
place , where from these eyes of mine Such teary streames did fowe , that I
suppose wel ny The source of all my bitter teares is altogether drye . Absence so
pynde ...
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Страница 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Страница 318 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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Страница 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Страница 119 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Страница 261 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Страница 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
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