The Plays of William Shakspeare, 8 tomas |
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... whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! Ou thine allegiance hear me !Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow ( Which we durst never yet , ) and , with strain'd ...
... whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! Ou thine allegiance hear me !Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow ( Which we durst never yet , ) and , with strain'd ...
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Now , banish'd Kent , If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn'd ( So may it come ! ) thy master , whom thou lov'st , Shall find thee full of labours . Horns within . Enter Lear , Knights , and Attendants . Lear .
Now , banish'd Kent , If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn'd ( So may it come ! ) thy master , whom thou lov'st , Shall find thee full of labours . Horns within . Enter Lear , Knights , and Attendants . Lear .
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Dost thou know me , fellow ? Kent . No , sir ; but you have that in your countenance , which I would fain call master . Lear . What's that ? Kent . Authority . Lear . What services canst thou do ? Kent . I can keep honest counsel ...
Dost thou know me , fellow ? Kent . No , sir ; but you have that in your countenance , which I would fain call master . Lear . What's that ? Kent . Authority . Lear . What services canst thou do ? Kent . I can keep honest counsel ...
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How now , my pretty knave ? how dost thou ? Fool . Sirrah , you were best take my coxcomb . Kent . Why , fool ? Fool . Why ? For taking one's part that is out of favour : Nay , an thou canst not smile as the wind sits , thou'lt catch ...
How now , my pretty knave ? how dost thou ? Fool . Sirrah , you were best take my coxcomb . Kent . Why , fool ? Fool . Why ? For taking one's part that is out of favour : Nay , an thou canst not smile as the wind sits , thou'lt catch ...
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Dost thou know the difference , my boy , between a bitter fool and a sweet fool ? Lear . No , lad ; teach me . Fool . That lord , that counsel'd thee To give away thy land , Come place him here by me , Or do thou for him stand : The ...
Dost thou know the difference , my boy , between a bitter fool and a sweet fool ? Lear . No , lad ; teach me . Fool . That lord , that counsel'd thee To give away thy land , Come place him here by me , Or do thou for him stand : The ...
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Attendants bear better blood bring Cassio comes Corn daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth draw Duke Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall Farewell father fear follow Fool fortune give gone Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honest I'll Iago Juliet keep Kent king lady Laer lago Lear leave light live look lord madam marry matter means mind Moor mother nature never night noble Nurse Othello play poor pray Queen Romeo SCENE seen Serv soul speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou thou art thought true villain wife young
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151 psl. - Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name ! that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet ; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | The Plays of William Shakspeare, 8 tomas The Plays of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autorius | William Shakespeare |
| Leidėjas | H. S. Carey and I. Lea, 1823 |
| Originalas iš | Niujorko viešoji biblioteka |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 29 gruodžio 2006 |
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