The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, 12 tomas |
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... sweet composure ; Praise him that got thee , she that gave thee suck : 3 Fam❜d be thy tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond all erudition : 4 But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight , Let Mars divide eternity in ...
... sweet composure ; Praise him that got thee , she that gave thee suck : 3 Fam❜d be thy tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond all erudition : 4 But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight , Let Mars divide eternity in ...
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... sweet lord , Pan . Go to , sweet queen , go to : -commends himself most affectionately to you . Helen . You shall not bob us out of our melody ; If you do , our melancholy upon your head ! Pan . Sweet queen , sweet queen ; that ' s a ...
... sweet lord , Pan . Go to , sweet queen , go to : -commends himself most affectionately to you . Helen . You shall not bob us out of our melody ; If you do , our melancholy upon your head ! Pan . Sweet queen , sweet queen ; that ' s a ...
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... sweet queen . Helen . Why , this is kindly done . Pan . My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have , sweet queen . Helen . She shall have it , my lord , if it be not my lord Paris . Pan . He ! no , she ' ll none of him ; they ...
... sweet queen . Helen . Why , this is kindly done . Pan . My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have , sweet queen . Helen . She shall have it , my lord , if it be not my lord Paris . Pan . He ! no , she ' ll none of him ; they ...
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... sweet queen . - I long to hear how they sped to - day . - You'll remember your brother's ex- cuse ? Par . To a hair . Pan . Farewel , sweet queen . Helen . Commend me to your niece . Pan . I will , sweet queen . [ Exit . [ A Retreat ...
... sweet queen . - I long to hear how they sped to - day . - You'll remember your brother's ex- cuse ? Par . To a hair . Pan . Farewel , sweet queen . Helen . Commend me to your niece . Pan . I will , sweet queen . [ Exit . [ A Retreat ...
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... Sweet , above thought I love thee . SCENE II . The same . Pandarus ' Orchard . [ Exeunt . Enter PANDARUS and a Servant , meeting . Pan . How now ? where's thy master ? at my cousin Cressida's ? Serv . No , sir ; he stays for you to ...
... Sweet , above thought I love thee . SCENE II . The same . Pandarus ' Orchard . [ Exeunt . Enter PANDARUS and a Servant , meeting . Pan . How now ? where's thy master ? at my cousin Cressida's ? Serv . No , sir ; he stays for you to ...
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The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., 13 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1809 |
The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., 14 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1809 |
The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., 15 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1809 |
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou beauty Ben Jonson blood breath brest Calchas called Capulet Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth edition editors Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio fool frend Friar fryer give Grecian Greeks hand hart hath heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Johnson Juliet King Henry kiss lady lord lovers lyfe Malone Mason means Menelaus Mercutio Montague mynde Neoptolemus Nestor night nurce Nurse old copies Pandarus Paris passage Patr Patroclus play poem poet Pope prince quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece reading Romeo Romeus scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's speak speech Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee Ther Thersites theyr thing thou art thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy true Tybalt Ulyss unto Warburton word
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272 psl. - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
253 psl. - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
264 psl. - 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.
292 psl. - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume : the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore love moderately ; long love doth so ; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
322 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.
265 psl. - How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore ? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
268 psl. - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
42 psl. - And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
306 psl. - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
116 psl. - 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, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...