The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, 第 3 卷 |
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... plays on the same subject . But in all that constitutes the essence of a play , they are as entirely his own as " LEAR , " or " OTHELLO , " or " THE TEMPEST . " We have already seen , in his historical plays of " CORIOLANUS , " " JULIUS ...
... plays on the same subject . But in all that constitutes the essence of a play , they are as entirely his own as " LEAR , " or " OTHELLO , " or " THE TEMPEST . " We have already seen , in his historical plays of " CORIOLANUS , " " JULIUS ...
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... play false , the fault was hers : Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives . Tell me , how if my brother , Who , as you say , took pains to get this son , Had of your father claimed this son for his ? In sooth ...
... play false , the fault was hers : Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives . Tell me , how if my brother , Who , as you say , took pains to get this son , Had of your father claimed this son for his ? In sooth ...
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... play the devil , sir , with you , An ' a may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard . I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right : Sirrah , look to ...
... play the devil , sir , with you , An ' a may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard . I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right : Sirrah , look to ...
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... play incessantly upon these jades , Even till unfencéd desolation Leave them as naked as the vulgar air . That done , dissever your united strengths , And part your mingled colours once again ; Turn face to face , and bloody point to ...
... play incessantly upon these jades , Even till unfencéd desolation Leave them as naked as the vulgar air . That done , dissever your united strengths , And part your mingled colours once again ; Turn face to face , and bloody point to ...
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... Play fast and loose with faith ? so jest with heaven , Make such unconstant children of ourselves , As now again to snatch our palm from palm ; Unswear faith sworn ; and on the marriage bed Of smiling peace to march a bloody host , And ...
... Play fast and loose with faith ? so jest with heaven , Make such unconstant children of ourselves , As now again to snatch our palm from palm ; Unswear faith sworn ; and on the marriage bed Of smiling peace to march a bloody host , And ...
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