The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Том 3 |
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... thee ; and thy goodness Share with thy birth - right ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than use ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence , But never ...
... thee ; and thy goodness Share with thy birth - right ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than use ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence , But never ...
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... thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monsieur Parolles , you were born under a charitable star . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think , under Mars . Par . Why under Mars ? Hel . The wars have so kept you under , that ...
... thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monsieur Parolles , you were born under a charitable star . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think , under Mars . Par . Why under Mars ? Hel . The wars have so kept you under , that ...
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... thee ; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness , and thine ignorance makes thee away : farewell . When thou hast leisure , say thy prayers ; when thou hast none , remember thy friends : get thee a good hus- band , and use him as he uses ...
... thee ; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness , and thine ignorance makes thee away : farewell . When thou hast leisure , say thy prayers ; when thou hast none , remember thy friends : get thee a good hus- band , and use him as he uses ...
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... thee to stand up . Then here's a man Laf . Stands , that has brought his pardon . I would , you Had kneel'd , my lord , to ask me mercy ; and That , at my bidding , you could so stand up . King . I would I had ; so I had broke thy pate ...
... thee to stand up . Then here's a man Laf . Stands , that has brought his pardon . I would , you Had kneel'd , my lord , to ask me mercy ; and That , at my bidding , you could so stand up . King . I would I had ; so I had broke thy pate ...
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... thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ; Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : Proffers , not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows , As ...
... thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ; Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : Proffers , not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows , As ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the is't Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Narbon never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister sleep speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife Witch
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Страница 382 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep...
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Страница 367 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Страница 426 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Страница 406 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.