The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Том 1George Dearborn, 1836 |
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... keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boatswain ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our la- bour ! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm . Gon . Nay , good , be patient . Boats . When the sea is . Hence ! What care these ...
... keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boatswain ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our la- bour ! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm . Gon . Nay , good , be patient . Boats . When the sea is . Hence ! What care these ...
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... keep in service . Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever - angry bears : it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd , which Sycorax Could not again undo ; it ...
... keep in service . Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever - angry bears : it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd , which Sycorax Could not again undo ; it ...
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... keep from me The rest of the island . Pro . Thou most lying slave , Whom stripes may move , not kindness : I have us'd thee , Filth as thou art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The ...
... keep from me The rest of the island . Pro . Thou most lying slave , Whom stripes may move , not kindness : I have us'd thee , Filth as thou art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The ...
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... Keep in Tunis , And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death That now hath seiz'd them ; why they were no 3 What is past is the prologue to events which are to come ; that depends on who you and I are to perform . 4 A chough is a ...
... Keep in Tunis , And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death That now hath seiz'd them ; why they were no 3 What is past is the prologue to events which are to come ; that depends on who you and I are to perform . 4 A chough is a ...
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... keep him tame , and get to Naples with him , he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's - leather . Cal . Do not torment me , pr'ythee ; I'll bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now ; and does not talk after ...
... keep him tame , and get to Naples with him , he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's - leather . Cal . Do not torment me , pr'ythee ; I'll bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now ; and does not talk after ...
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Страница 30 - Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses; For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
Страница 172 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
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