The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Том 1C. Knight, 1851 |
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... ancient grudge break to new mutiny , Where civil blood makes civil hands un- clean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star - cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their ...
... ancient grudge break to new mutiny , Where civil blood makes civil hands un- clean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star - cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their ...
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... streets ; And made Verona's ancient citizens The quarto of 1609 , which we mark as ( C ) , drawn . b ( C ) , one foot . • ( C ) , brawls . Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments , To wield old SCENE I. ] 7 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... streets ; And made Verona's ancient citizens The quarto of 1609 , which we mark as ( C ) , drawn . b ( C ) , one foot . • ( C ) , brawls . Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments , To wield old SCENE I. ] 7 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... ancient quarrel new abroach ? — Speak , nephew , were you by , when it began ? BEN . Here were the servants of your adversary , And yours , close fighting ere I did approach : I drew to part them ; in the instant came The fiery Tybalt ...
... ancient quarrel new abroach ? — Speak , nephew , were you by , when it began ? BEN . Here were the servants of your adversary , And yours , close fighting ere I did approach : I drew to part them ; in the instant came The fiery Tybalt ...
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... ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline , whom thou so lov'st ; With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither ; and , with unattainted eye , Compare her face with some that I shall show , And I will make thee think thy ...
... ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline , whom thou so lov'st ; With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither ; and , with unattainted eye , Compare her face with some that I shall show , And I will make thee think thy ...
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... ancient editions which can be considered authorities - the four quartos and the first folio - read It seems she hangs . The reading of her beauty is from the second folio . Why then , it may be asked , do we depart from our usual ...
... ancient editions which can be considered authorities - the four quartos and the first folio - read It seems she hangs . The reading of her beauty is from the second folio . Why then , it may be asked , do we depart from our usual ...
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Стр. 139 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Стр. 175 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Стр. 584 - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Стр. 562 - 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.
Стр. 529 - Lear And my poor fool is hang'd. No, no, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never. Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir.
Стр. 125 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Стр. 565 - 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...
Стр. 18 - Drums in his ears; at which he starts, and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night ; And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes.
Стр. 26 - t is not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Стр. 27 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.