The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 4 |
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I would , you did but see how it chafes , how it rages , how it takes up the shore !
but that's not to the point : 0 , the most piteous cry of the poor souls ! sometimes to
see ' em , and not to see ' em : now the ship boring the moon with her main ...
I would , you did but see how it chafes , how it rages , how it takes up the shore !
but that's not to the point : 0 , the most piteous cry of the poor souls ! sometimes to
see ' em , and not to see ' em : now the ship boring the moon with her main ...
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... no marvel though she pause ; They can be meek , that have no other cause . A
wretched soul , bruis'd with adversity , We bid be quiet , when we hear it cry ; I But
were we burden'd with like weight of pain Scene I. 137 COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... no marvel though she pause ; They can be meek , that have no other cause . A
wretched soul , bruis'd with adversity , We bid be quiet , when we hear it cry ; I But
were we burden'd with like weight of pain Scene I. 137 COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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By my soul , I think , His father neyer was so true begot ; It cannot be , an if thou
wert his mother . Eli . There's a good mother , boy , that blots thy father . Const .
There's a good grandan , boy , that would blot thee . Aust . Peace ! Bast . Hear the
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By my soul , I think , His father neyer was so true begot ; It cannot be , an if thou
wert his mother . Eli . There's a good mother , boy , that blots thy father . Const .
There's a good grandan , boy , that would blot thee . Aust . Peace ! Bast . Hear the
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In lieus whereof , I pray you , bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of
the field ; Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts In peace , and part this
body and my soul With contemplation and devout desires . Sal . We do believe ...
In lieus whereof , I pray you , bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of
the field ; Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts In peace , and part this
body and my soul With contemplation and devout desires . Sal . We do believe ...
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Tis strange , that death should sing .--I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan , Who
chants a doleful hymn to his own death ; And , from the organ - pipe of frailty ,
sings His soul and body to their lasting rest . Sal . Be of good comfort , prince ; for
...
Tis strange , that death should sing .--I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan , Who
chants a doleful hymn to his own death ; And , from the organ - pipe of frailty ,
sings His soul and body to their lasting rest . Sal . Be of good comfort , prince ; for
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Страница 223 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat -oppressed brain?
Страница 214 - Yet do I fear thy nature : It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou 'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, " Thus thou must do. if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone.
Страница 393 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Страница 219 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead, like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe.
Страница 215 - Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; > That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief...
Страница 213 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Страница 71 - 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 227 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt.
Страница 210 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Страница 219 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
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| Заглавие | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 4 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издател | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 28 Дек 2006 |
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