The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, Մաս 170,Հատոր 3 |
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... CLEO . The climate's delicate ; the air most sweet ; Fertile the isle ; the temple much surpassing The common praise it bears . DION . I shall report , For most it caught me , the celestial habits , ( Methinks I so should term them ) ...
... CLEO . The climate's delicate ; the air most sweet ; Fertile the isle ; the temple much surpassing The common praise it bears . DION . I shall report , For most it caught me , the celestial habits , ( Methinks I so should term them ) ...
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... CLEO , and DION . All this we swear . LEON . Break up the seals , and read . OFFI . [ Reads . ] Hermione is chaste ; Polixenes Hameless ; Camillo a true subject ; Leontes a jealous tyrant ; his innocent babe truly begotten ; and the ...
... CLEO , and DION . All this we swear . LEON . Break up the seals , and read . OFFI . [ Reads . ] Hermione is chaste ; Polixenes Hameless ; Camillo a true subject ; Leontes a jealous tyrant ; his innocent babe truly begotten ; and the ...
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... CLEO . Sir , you have done enough , and have perform'd you make , A saint - like sorrow : no fault could Which you have not redeem'd ; indeed , paid down More penitence than done trespass : at the last , Do as the heavens have done ...
... CLEO . Sir , you have done enough , and have perform'd you make , A saint - like sorrow : no fault could Which you have not redeem'd ; indeed , paid down More penitence than done trespass : at the last , Do as the heavens have done ...
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... CLEO . You tempt him over - much . PAUL . As like Hermione as is her picture , Affront his eye . CLEO . PAUL . Good madam , - Unless another , I have done.d Yet , if my lord will marry , -if you will , sir , No remedy but you will ...
... CLEO . You tempt him over - much . PAUL . As like Hermione as is her picture , Affront his eye . CLEO . PAUL . Good madam , - Unless another , I have done.d Yet , if my lord will marry , -if you will , sir , No remedy but you will ...
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... Have glow'd like plated Mars , now bend , now turn , The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart , Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst CLEO . Though age from folly could not give Sir. M M.
... Have glow'd like plated Mars , now bend , now turn , The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart , Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst CLEO . Though age from folly could not give Sir. M M.
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The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the ..., Մաս 168,Հատոր 1 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1858 |
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak speech stand sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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Էջ 438 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Էջ 362 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Էջ 344 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Էջ 707 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate...
Էջ 361 - 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.
Էջ 116 - The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel , not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much , nor live so long.
Էջ 294 - A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, 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...
Էջ 367 - 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.
Էջ 496 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Էջ 765 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from...