The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Том 3Harper & Bros., 1839 |
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... life ? a gracious innocent soul ; More free , than he is jealous . Ant . That's enough . [ 6 ] Blank and level , mean mark and aim ; they are terms of gunnery . DOUCE 1 Atten . Madam , he hath not slept to 36 ACT II WINTER'S Tale .
... life ? a gracious innocent soul ; More free , than he is jealous . Ant . That's enough . [ 6 ] Blank and level , mean mark and aim ; they are terms of gunnery . DOUCE 1 Atten . Madam , he hath not slept to 36 ACT II WINTER'S Tale .
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... soul's peril , and thy body's torture , - That thou commend it strangely to some place , Where chance may nurse , or end it : Take it up . Ant . I swear to do this , though a present death Had been more merciful . - Come on , poor babe ...
... soul's peril , and thy body's torture , - That thou commend it strangely to some place , Where chance may nurse , or end it : Take it up . Ant . I swear to do this , though a present death Had been more merciful . - Come on , poor babe ...
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... souls ! some- times to see ' em , and not to see ' em : now the ship boring the moon with her main - mast ; and anon swal- lowed with yest and froth , as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead . And then for the land service , -To see how ...
... souls ! some- times to see ' em , and not to see ' em : now the ship boring the moon with her main - mast ; and anon swal- lowed with yest and froth , as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead . And then for the land service , -To see how ...
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... souls roared , and the sea mocked them ; -and how the poor gentleman roared , and the bear mocked him , both roaring louder than the sea , or weather . Shep . ' Name of mercy , when was this , boy ? Clo . Now , now ; I have not winked ...
... souls roared , and the sea mocked them ; -and how the poor gentleman roared , and the bear mocked him , both roaring louder than the sea , or weather . Shep . ' Name of mercy , when was this , boy ? Clo . Now , now ; I have not winked ...
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... soul ! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee , rather than have these off . Aut . O , sir , the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received ; which are mighty ones , and millions . Clo . Alas , poor man ...
... soul ! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee , rather than have these off . Aut . O , sir , the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received ; which are mighty ones , and millions . Clo . Alas , poor man ...
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Страница 64 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Страница 471 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Страница 470 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
Страница 307 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Страница 418 - 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 284 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Страница 408 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Страница 63 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Страница 148 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Страница 307 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?