The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... it . Pan . I fpeak no more than truth . Troi , Thou doft not speak fo much . Pan . ' Faith , I'll not meddle in't . Let her be as fhe is , if he be fair , ' tis the better for her ; and she be not , fhe has the mends in her own hands ...
... it . Pan . I fpeak no more than truth . Troi , Thou doft not speak fo much . Pan . ' Faith , I'll not meddle in't . Let her be as fhe is , if he be fair , ' tis the better for her ; and she be not , fhe has the mends in her own hands ...
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... it past . Cre . So let it now , for it has been a great while going by . Pan . Well , coufin , I told you a thing Yesterday ; think on't . Gre . So I do . Pan . I'll be fworn , ' tis true ; he will weep you , an ' twere a man born in ...
... it past . Cre . So let it now , for it has been a great while going by . Pan . Well , coufin , I told you a thing Yesterday ; think on't . Gre . So I do . Pan . I'll be fworn , ' tis true ; he will weep you , an ' twere a man born in ...
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... it not glory that we more affected Than the performance of our heaving spleens , I would not with a drop of Trojan blood Spent more in her defence . But , worthy Hector , She is a theme of honour and renown ; A fpur to valiant and ...
... it not glory that we more affected Than the performance of our heaving spleens , I would not with a drop of Trojan blood Spent more in her defence . But , worthy Hector , She is a theme of honour and renown ; A fpur to valiant and ...
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... She fhall have it , my lord , if it be not my lord Paris . Pan . He ? no , fhe'll none of him , they two are twain . Helen . Falling in after falling out , may make them three . Pan . Come , come , I'll hear no more of this . I'll fing ...
... She fhall have it , my lord , if it be not my lord Paris . Pan . He ? no , fhe'll none of him , they two are twain . Helen . Falling in after falling out , may make them three . Pan . Come , come , I'll hear no more of this . I'll fing ...
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... it much , and I do fear befides , That I fhall lofe diftinction in my joys ; As doth a battle , when they charge on heaps The flying enemy . Re - enter Pandarus . Pan . She's making her ready , fhe'll come ftraight ; you must be witty now .
... it much , and I do fear befides , That I fhall lofe diftinction in my joys ; As doth a battle , when they charge on heaps The flying enemy . Re - enter Pandarus . Pan . She's making her ready , fhe'll come ftraight ; you must be witty now .
Често срещани думи и фрази
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brabantio Caffio Calchas Capulet Clown Creffid Cyprus dead dear death Defdemona Diomede doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Farewel father feem fhall fhew fhould flain fleep fome foul fpeak fpirit Friar Lawrence ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Hamlet hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honeft houſe huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes lord Menelaus Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night Nurfe Nurſe Othello Pandarus Paris Patroclus pleaſe Polonius pray prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Rodorigo Romeo ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther there's theſe thofe thou art Troi Troilus Tybalt Ulyff uſe villain Warb whofe wife yourſelf
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Страница 274 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
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Страница 285 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Страница 324 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Страница 242 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Страница 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Страница 136 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Страница 286 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.