The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Том 7 |
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... the Life and Death of this Prince , comprizes , at most , but the last eight years of his time ; for it opens with George Duke of Clarence being clapped up in the Tower , which happened in the beginning of the year 1477 ; and closes ...
... the Life and Death of this Prince , comprizes , at most , but the last eight years of his time ; for it opens with George Duke of Clarence being clapped up in the Tower , which happened in the beginning of the year 1477 ; and closes ...
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... the clouds , that lowr'd upon our house , In the deep bosom of the ocean buried . 2 Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful ...
... the clouds , that lowr'd upon our house , In the deep bosom of the ocean buried . 2 Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful ...
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... the lascivious pleasing of a lute . But I , —that am not shap'd for sportive tricks , Nor made to court an amorous ... the time ; Unless to spy my shadow in the sun , And descant on mine own deformity ; And therefore , since I cannot ...
... the lascivious pleasing of a lute . But I , —that am not shap'd for sportive tricks , Nor made to court an amorous ... the time ; Unless to spy my shadow in the sun , And descant on mine own deformity ; And therefore , since I cannot ...
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... the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is - to become her husband , and her father : The which ...
... the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is - to become her husband , and her father : The which ...
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... the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That ...
... the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That ...
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Страница 218 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Страница 222 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
Страница 34 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Страница 221 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Страница 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Страница 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive* of her body.
Страница 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Страница 221 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Страница 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Страница 35 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.