The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, 8 tomasMunroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... lives hence , and banishment is here : - The gods to their dear shelter take thee , maid , [ To CORDELIA . That justly think'st , and hast most rightly said ! - And your large speeches may your deeds approve , [ TO REGAN and GONERIL ...
... lives hence , and banishment is here : - The gods to their dear shelter take thee , maid , [ To CORDELIA . That justly think'st , and hast most rightly said ! - And your large speeches may your deeds approve , [ TO REGAN and GONERIL ...
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... live the beloved of your brother , Edgar . - Humph - Conspiracy ! -Sleep till I waked him , -you should enjoy half his revenue , My son Edgar ! Had he a hand to write this ? a heart and brain to breed it in ? When came this to you ? Who ...
... live the beloved of your brother , Edgar . - Humph - Conspiracy ! -Sleep till I waked him , -you should enjoy half his revenue , My son Edgar ! Had he a hand to write this ? a heart and brain to breed it in ? When came this to you ? Who ...
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... live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth ; With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains , and benefits , 2 To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel ...
... live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth ; With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains , and benefits , 2 To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel ...
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... lives in mercy . - Oswald , I say ! Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust : Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart : What he hath utter'd , I have writ my sister ; If ...
... lives in mercy . - Oswald , I say ! Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust : Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart : What he hath utter'd , I have writ my sister ; If ...
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... lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No marvel , you have so bestirred ...
... lives ; He dies , that strikes again : What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak . Stew . I am scarce in breath , my lord . Kent . No marvel , you have so bestirred ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor night noble Nurse Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE Shakspeare soul speak STEEV STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt VIII villain WARBURTON wilt word
Populiarios ištraukos
54 psl. - 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...
48 psl. - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
24 psl. - 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...
22 psl. - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man...
27 psl. - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
48 psl. - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
56 psl. - 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.
16 psl. - My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
55 psl. - 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.
53 psl. - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.