Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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... shame us , we will be justified in our loves ; for , indeed , — Cam . Beseech you , - Arch . Verily , I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge ; we cannot with such magnificence - in so rare - I know not what to say . We will give you ...
... shame us , we will be justified in our loves ; for , indeed , — Cam . Beseech you , - Arch . Verily , I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge ; we cannot with such magnificence - in so rare - I know not what to say . We will give you ...
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... shame to know herself , 2 But with her most vile principal , that she's A bed - swerver , even as bad as those That vulgars give bold'st titles ; ay , and privy To this their late escape . Her . No , by my life , Privy to none of this ...
... shame to know herself , 2 But with her most vile principal , that she's A bed - swerver , even as bad as those That vulgars give bold'st titles ; ay , and privy To this their late escape . Her . No , by my life , Privy to none of this ...
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... shame on't in himself ; Threw off his spirit , his appetite , his sleep , And downright languished . - Leave me solely ; 2 — go , See how he fares . [ Exit Attend . ] - Fie , fie ! no thought of him ; — The very thought of my revenges ...
... shame on't in himself ; Threw off his spirit , his appetite , his sleep , And downright languished . - Leave me solely ; 2 — go , See how he fares . [ Exit Attend . ] - Fie , fie ! no thought of him ; — The very thought of my revenges ...
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... shame , ( Those of your fact are so , ) so past all truth ; 2 Which to deny , concerns more than avails ; for as Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No father owning it , ( which is , indeed , More criminal in thee , than it ...
... shame , ( Those of your fact are so , ) so past all truth ; 2 Which to deny , concerns more than avails ; for as Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No father owning it , ( which is , indeed , More criminal in thee , than it ...
50 psl.
... shame perpetual . Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie ; and tears , shed there , Shall be my recreation . So long as Nature will bear up with this exercise , So long I daily vow to use it . And lead me to these sorrows ...
... shame perpetual . Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie ; and tears , shed there , Shall be my recreation . So long as Nature will bear up with this exercise , So long I daily vow to use it . And lead me to these sorrows ...
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Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard the second ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1844 |
Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard the second ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1844 |
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty murder never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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189 psl. - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
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354 psl. - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
198 psl. - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
195 psl. - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
188 psl. - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
194 psl. - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
253 psl. - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
65 psl. - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
552 psl. - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.