The Plays of Shakspeare, Հատոր 1 |
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cursors ( So dear the love my people bore me ) nor set To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly , A mark so bloody on the business ; but To swim , to dive into the fire , to ride With colours fairer painted their foul ends .
cursors ( So dear the love my people bore me ) nor set To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly , A mark so bloody on the business ; but To swim , to dive into the fire , to ride With colours fairer painted their foul ends .
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Thou hast : Where was she born ? speak ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Mira . ' Tis a villain , sir , Pro . 0 , was she so ? I must , I do not love to look on .
Thou hast : Where was she born ? speak ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Mira . ' Tis a villain , sir , Pro . 0 , was she so ? I must , I do not love to look on .
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Hag - seed , hence ! such senses Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick , thou wert best , As we have , such : This gallant , which thou seest , To answer other business . Shrug'st thou , malice ? Was in the wreck ; and but he's something ...
Hag - seed , hence ! such senses Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick , thou wert best , As we have , such : This gallant , which thou seest , To answer other business . Shrug'st thou , malice ? Was in the wreck ; and but he's something ...
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A silly answer , and fitting well a sheep . Speed . Truly , sir , I think you'll hardly win Speed . This proves me still a sheep . and over , your lover . Pro . Why ? Could'st thou perceive so much Luc.
A silly answer , and fitting well a sheep . Speed . Truly , sir , I think you'll hardly win Speed . This proves me still a sheep . and over , your lover . Pro . Why ? Could'st thou perceive so much Luc.
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My father stays my coming ; answer not ; That my master , being scribe , to himself should The tide is now : nay , not the tide of tears ; write the letter ? That tide will stay me longer than I should ; Val .
My father stays my coming ; answer not ; That my master , being scribe , to himself should The tide is now : nay , not the tide of tears ; write the letter ? That tide will stay me longer than I should ; Val .
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Էջ 255 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Էջ 12 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Էջ 168 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Էջ 88 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Էջ 462 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
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| Վերնագիր | The Plays of Shakspeare, Հատոր 1 The Plays of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Հեղինակ | William Shakespeare |
| Հրատարակիչ | Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
| Original from | Նյու Յորքի Հանրային գրադարան |
| Digitized | 30 Դեկտեմբեր 2006 |
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