The Plays, Том 10Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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William Shakespeare. PROLOGUE . 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 ...
William Shakespeare. PROLOGUE . 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 ...
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... fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night : Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good counsel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the cause ? Mon. I neither know it , nor can ...
... fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night : Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good counsel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the cause ? Mon. I neither know it , nor can ...
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... fair I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is soonest hit . Rom . Well , in that hit , you miss : she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow , she hath Dian's wit ; And , in strong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak ...
... fair I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is soonest hit . Rom . Well , in that hit , you miss : she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow , she hath Dian's wit ; And , in strong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak ...
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... fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in mind they hide the fair ; He , that is strucken blind , cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost : Show me a mistress that is passing fair , What doth her beauty serve ...
... fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in mind they hide the fair ; He , that is strucken blind , cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost : Show me a mistress that is passing fair , What doth her beauty serve ...
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... fair according voice . This night I hold an old accustom'd feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ; and you , among the store , One more , most welcome , makes my number more . At my poor house , look to behold ...
... fair according voice . This night I hold an old accustom'd feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ; and you , among the store , One more , most welcome , makes my number more . At my poor house , look to behold ...
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art thou Benvolio beseech blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar Laurence gentlemen give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet kill'd King kiss lady Lady Capulet Laer Laertes lago live look lord madam Mantua marry Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play Polonius pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep What's wife
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Страница 30 - To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! > O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! JuL --
Страница 34 - Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Страница 129 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Страница 159 - The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Страница 67 - 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 21 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Страница 31 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Страница 163 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Страница 123 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Страница 174 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.