The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Том 2M'Carty & Davis, 1824 |
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... Serv . Ten , my lord . Glo . Ten is the hour that was appointed me , To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess Uneath3 may she endure the flinty streets , To tread them with her tender - feeling feet . Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble ...
... Serv . Ten , my lord . Glo . Ten is the hour that was appointed me , To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess Uneath3 may she endure the flinty streets , To tread them with her tender - feeling feet . Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble ...
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... serv'd , you would be taught your duty . Q. Mar. To serve me well , you all should do me duty , Teach me to be your queen , and you my subjects : O , serve me well , and teach yourselves that duty . Dor . Dispute not with her , she is ...
... serv'd , you would be taught your duty . Q. Mar. To serve me well , you all should do me duty , Teach me to be your queen , and you my subjects : O , serve me well , and teach yourselves that duty . Dor . Dispute not with her , she is ...
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... serv'd it . Enter Stanley . Come on , come on , where is your boar - spear , man ? Fear you the boar , and go so unprovided ? Stan . My lord , good morrow ; and good morrow , Catesby : - You may jest on , but , by the holy rood , 2 I do ...
... serv'd it . Enter Stanley . Come on , come on , where is your boar - spear , man ? Fear you the boar , and go so unprovided ? Stan . My lord , good morrow ; and good morrow , Catesby : - You may jest on , but , by the holy rood , 2 I do ...
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... Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge , and landed ; And hither make , as great ambassadors From foreign princes . Wol . Good lord chamberlain , Go , give them welcome ; you can speak the ...
... Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge , and landed ; And hither make , as great ambassadors From foreign princes . Wol . Good lord chamberlain , Go , give them welcome ; you can speak the ...
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... serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king , he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies . Crom . Good sir , have patience . Wol . So I have . Farewell That's somewhat sudden : The hopes of court ! my hopes in ...
... serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king , he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies . Crom . Good sir , have patience . Wol . So I have . Farewell That's somewhat sudden : The hopes of court ! my hopes in ...
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Страница 256 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Страница 406 - 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 370 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Страница 133 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Страница 420 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Страница 240 - That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Csesar, that...
Страница 432 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Страница 159 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path : For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue : If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright...
Страница 227 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Страница 394 - Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...