“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Tom 16Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1810 |
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Strona 8
... Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post . The Gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders ...
... Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : Away ! Thou art poison to my blood . Post . The Gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders ...
Strona 9
... Thou took'st a beggar ; would'st have A seat for baseness . made my throne Imo . No ; I rather added A lustre to it . Cym . O thou vile one ! Imo . Sir , It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus : You bred him as my play - fellow ...
... Thou took'st a beggar ; would'st have A seat for baseness . made my throne Imo . No ; I rather added A lustre to it . Cym . O thou vile one ! Imo . Sir , It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus : You bred him as my play - fellow ...
Strona 12
... thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven , And question'dst every sail ; if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he spake to thee ? Pis . ' Twas , His Queen , his Queen ...
... thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven , And question'dst every sail ; if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he spake to thee ? Pis . ' Twas , His Queen , his Queen ...
Strona 20
... Thou ask'st me such a question : Have I not been Thy pupil long ? Hast thon not learn'd me how To make perfumes ? distill ? preserve ? yea , so , That our great King himself doth woo me oft For my confections ? Having thus far proceeded ...
... Thou ask'st me such a question : Have I not been Thy pupil long ? Hast thon not learn'd me how To make perfumes ? distill ? preserve ? yea , so , That our great King himself doth woo me oft For my confections ? Having thus far proceeded ...
Strona 22
... thou ? Dost thou think , in time She will not quench ; and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work : When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my 1 son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great ...
... thou ? Dost thou think , in time She will not quench ; and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses ? Do thou work : When thou shalt bring me word , she loves my 1 son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great ...
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Strona 130 - Or midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell : Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Strona 295 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Strona 89 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strona 87 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Strona 130 - Or midst the chace on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Belov'd till life could charm no more; And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.