The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 19F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders † , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct May fright the ...
... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders † , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct May fright the ...
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... thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . [ The Bearers set down the Coffin . ANNE . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the ...
... thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . [ The Bearers set down the Coffin . ANNE . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the ...
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... thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . ANNE . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . GLO . By such despair , I should accuse myself . ANNE . And , by despairing ...
... thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . ANNE . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . GLO . By such despair , I should accuse myself . ANNE . And , by despairing ...
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... thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . GLO . These eyes could not endure that ... thee . GLO . It is a quarrel most unnatural , To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee . ANNE . It is a quarrel just and ...
... thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . GLO . These eyes could not endure that ... thee . GLO . It is a quarrel most unnatural , To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee . ANNE . It is a quarrel just and ...
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... thee dead1 ! GLO . I would they were , that I might die at once . For now they kill me with a living death " . I ' Would they were BASILISKS , to strike thee dead ! ] " Among the serpents the Basiliske doth infecte and kill people with ...
... thee dead1 ! GLO . I would they were , that I might die at once . For now they kill me with a living death " . I ' Would they were BASILISKS , to strike thee dead ! ] " Among the serpents the Basiliske doth infecte and kill people with ...
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Страница 432 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
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Страница 449 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Страница 428 - But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Страница 427 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Страница 54 - 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.