The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Том 1 |
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... arms ' end And love you ' gainst the nature of love , force you . SIL . O Heaven ! I'll force thee yield to my desire . PRO . VAL . Ruffian , let go that rude uncivil touch ; Thou friend of an ill fashion ! PRO . Valentine ! VAL . Thou ...
... arms ' end And love you ' gainst the nature of love , force you . SIL . O Heaven ! I'll force thee yield to my desire . PRO . VAL . Ruffian , let go that rude uncivil touch ; Thou friend of an ill fashion ! PRO . Valentine ! VAL . Thou ...
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... ARM . Why , sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp . MOTH . No , no ; O lord , sir , no . ARM . How canst thou part sadness and melan- choly , my tender juvenal ? MOTн . By a familiar demonstration of the working , my tough ...
... ARM . Why , sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp . MOTH . No , no ; O lord , sir , no . ARM . How canst thou part sadness and melan- choly , my tender juvenal ? MOTн . By a familiar demonstration of the working , my tough ...
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... ARM . Tell me precisely of what complexion ? MOTн . Of the sea - water green , sir . ARM . Is that one of the four complexions ? MOTH . As I have read , sir : and the best of them too . ARM . Green , indeed , is the colour of lovers ...
... ARM . Tell me precisely of what complexion ? MOTн . Of the sea - water green , sir . ARM . Is that one of the four complexions ? MOTH . As I have read , sir : and the best of them too . ARM . Green , indeed , is the colour of lovers ...
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... ARM . Is there not a ballad , boy , of the King and the Beggar ? ( 5 ) MOTH . The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since : but , I think , now ' t is not to be found ; or , if it were , it would neither serve for ...
... ARM . Is there not a ballad , boy , of the King and the Beggar ? ( 5 ) MOTH . The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since : but , I think , now ' t is not to be found ; or , if it were , it would neither serve for ...
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... arms ; Nothing becomes him ill , that he would well . The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss ( If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil ) , Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will ; Whose edge hath power to cut , whose will ...
... arms ; Nothing becomes him ill , that he would well . The only soil of his fair virtue's gloss ( If virtue's gloss will stain with any soil ) , Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will ; Whose edge hath power to cut , whose will ...
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Страница 471 - 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?
Страница 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Страница 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Страница 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Страница 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.