The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Том 8 |
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... dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance hear me ! - Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow , ( Which we durst never yet , ) and , with strain'd pride , To come betwixt our sentence and our power ; ( Which ...
... dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance hear me ! - Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow , ( Which we durst never yet , ) and , with strain'd pride , To come betwixt our sentence and our power ; ( Which ...
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... dost stand condemn'd , ( So may it come ! ) thy master , whom thou lov'st , Shall find thee full of labours . Horns within . Enter LEAR , Knights , and Attendants . Lear . Let me not stay a jot for dinner ; go , get it ready . [ Exit an ...
... dost stand condemn'd , ( So may it come ! ) thy master , whom thou lov'st , Shall find thee full of labours . Horns within . Enter LEAR , Knights , and Attendants . Lear . Let me not stay a jot for dinner ; go , get it ready . [ Exit an ...
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... Dost thou know me , fellow ? Kent . No , sir ; but you have that in your coun- tenance , which I would fain call master . Lear . What's that ? Kent . Authority . Lear . What services canst thou do ? Kent . I can keep honest counsel ...
... Dost thou know me , fellow ? Kent . No , sir ; but you have that in your coun- tenance , which I would fain call master . Lear . What's that ? Kent . Authority . Lear . What services canst thou do ? Kent . I can keep honest counsel ...
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... dost thou ? Fool . Sirrah , you were best take my coxcomb . Kent . Why , fool ? Fool . Why ? For taking one's part that is out of favour : Nay , an thou canst not smile as the wind sits , thou❜lt catch cold shortly : There , take my ...
... dost thou ? Fool . Sirrah , you were best take my coxcomb . Kent . Why , fool ? Fool . Why ? For taking one's part that is out of favour : Nay , an thou canst not smile as the wind sits , thou❜lt catch cold shortly : There , take my ...
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... lend all that thou hast . To owe , in old English , is to possess . 6 Learn more than thou trowest . ] To trow , is an old word which signifies to believe . Fool . Dost thou know the difference , my boy SCENE IV . 29 KING LEAR .
... lend all that thou hast . To owe , in old English , is to possess . 6 Learn more than thou trowest . ] To trow , is an old word which signifies to believe . Fool . Dost thou know the difference , my boy SCENE IV . 29 KING LEAR .
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ancient art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare signifies soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain wife word
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Страница 169 - 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...
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