The Plays of William Shakspeare, 8 tomas |
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Sir , this young fellow's mother could : whereupon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle , ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of ...
Sir , this young fellow's mother could : whereupon she grew round - wombed ; and had , indeed , sir , a son for her cradle , ere she had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of ...
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away he into the world before he was sent for , yet was his mother fair ; there was good sport at his making , and the whoreson must be acknowledged.- Do you know this noble gentleman , Edmund ? Edm No , my lord . Glo .
away he into the world before he was sent for , yet was his mother fair ; there was good sport at his making , and the whoreson must be acknowledged.- Do you know this noble gentleman , Edmund ? Edm No , my lord . Glo .
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My father compounded with my mother under the dragon's tail ; and my nativity was under ursa major ; 2 so that it follows , I am rough and lecherous .
My father compounded with my mother under the dragon's tail ; and my nativity was under ursa major ; 2 so that it follows , I am rough and lecherous .
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I have used it , nuncle , ever since thou madest thy daughters thy mother : for when thou gavest them the rod , and put'st down thine own breeches , Then they for sudden joy did weep , ( Singing . And I for sorrow sung , That such a ...
I have used it , nuncle , ever since thou madest thy daughters thy mother : for when thou gavest them the rod , and put'st down thine own breeches , Then they for sudden joy did weep , ( Singing . And I for sorrow sung , That such a ...
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Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth ; With cadent3 tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains , and benefits , To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a ...
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth ; With cadent3 tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains , and benefits , To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a ...
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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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341 psl. - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
187 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.
230 psl. - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
19 psl. - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
273 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.
281 psl. - 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.
406 psl. - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
8 psl. - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty: Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
279 psl. - 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.
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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