The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Том 1 |
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... heart - strings . HOST . You have a quick ear . JUL . Ay , I would I were deaf ! it makes me have a slow heart . HOST . I perceive you delight not in music . JUL . Not a whit , when it jars so . HOST . Hark , what fine change is in the ...
... heart - strings . HOST . You have a quick ear . JUL . Ay , I would I were deaf ! it makes me have a slow heart . HOST . I perceive you delight not in music . JUL . Not a whit , when it jars so . HOST . Hark , what fine change is in the ...
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... heart be so obdurate , Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love , The picture that is hanging in your chamber ; To that I'll speak , to that I'll sigh and weep : For , since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted , I am but ...
... heart be so obdurate , Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love , The picture that is hanging in your chamber ; To that I'll speak , to that I'll sigh and weep : For , since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted , I am but ...
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... heart : How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ? " O Proteus , let this habit make thee blush ! Be thou asham'd , that I have took upon me Such an immodest raiment ; if shame live In a disguise of love : It is the lesser blot ...
... heart : How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ? " O Proteus , let this habit make thee blush ! Be thou asham'd , that I have took upon me Such an immodest raiment ; if shame live In a disguise of love : It is the lesser blot ...
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... heart , Though so denied fair † harbour in my house . Your own good thoughts excuse me , and farewell : To - morrow ... heart.b Ros . ' Pray you , do my commendations ; I would be glad to see it . BIRON . I would you heard it groan . Ros ...
... heart , Though so denied fair † harbour in my house . Your own good thoughts excuse me , and farewell : To - morrow ... heart.b Ros . ' Pray you , do my commendations ; I would be glad to see it . BIRON . I would you heard it groan . Ros ...
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... heart's still rhetoric , disclosed with eyes , Deceive me not now , Navarre is infected . PRIN . With what ? * As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Who , tend'ring their own worth , from where they were glass'd , Did point you ...
... heart's still rhetoric , disclosed with eyes , Deceive me not now , Navarre is infected . PRIN . With what ? * As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Who , tend'ring their own worth , from where they were glass'd , Did point you ...
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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?
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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.