The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 12C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... Things won are done , joy's soul lies in the doing : 9 That she1 belov'd knows nought , that knows not this , - Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : 8 At your own house ; there he unarms him . ] These necessary words are added ...
... Things won are done , joy's soul lies in the doing : 9 That she1 belov'd knows nought , that knows not this , - Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : 8 At your own house ; there he unarms him . ] These necessary words are added ...
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... thing of courage , 6 As rous'd with rage , with rage doth sympathize , And with an accent tun'd in self - same key , Returns to chiding fortune . " The foregoing note is a very curious one ; and yet our author perhaps would not have ...
... thing of courage , 6 As rous'd with rage , with rage doth sympathize , And with an accent tun'd in self - same key , Returns to chiding fortune . " The foregoing note is a very curious one ; and yet our author perhaps would not have ...
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... thing meets In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores , And make a sop of all this solid globe . Strength should be lord of imbecility , And the rude son should strike his father dead ...
... thing meets In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores , And make a sop of all this solid globe . Strength should be lord of imbecility , And the rude son should strike his father dead ...
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... thing of no bowels , thou ! 8 Ajax . You dog ! Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do , rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ...
... thing of no bowels , thou ! 8 Ajax . You dog ! Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do , rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ...
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... thing not ours ; not worth to us , Had it our name , the value of one ten ; What merit ' s in that reason , which denies The yielding of her up ? Tro . Fy , fy , my brother ! Weigh you the worth and honour of a king , So great as our ...
... thing not ours ; not worth to us , Had it our name , the value of one ten ; What merit ' s in that reason , which denies The yielding of her up ? Tro . Fy , fy , my brother ! Weigh you the worth and honour of a king , So great as our ...
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Страница 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Страница 238 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Страница 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Страница 318 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Страница 261 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Страница 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Страница 119 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Страница 261 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Страница 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Страница 240 - 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...