Текст книги "William Shakespeare: The Complete Works 2nd Edition"

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vail, gratuity, tip, setting (of the sun); lower, let fall, do homage

vain, foolish, silly, unreal

valanced, fringed with hair

validity, strength, value

value, estimate, be worth

valued, denoting the value

vantage, advantage, gain, superiority, vantage-ground, opportunity

varletry, rabble

vastidity, immensity

vaulty, arched, hollow

vaunt, beginning

vaunt-courier, herald, harbinger

vengeance, harm, injury

vent, emission, utterance, outlet for energy; let out, emit, utter, make known

ventage, aperture, finger-hole

ventricle, cavity of the brain

Venus, goddess of love and beauty; wife of Vulcan, the smith-god, but more often associated with her lover Mars

verge, compass, circle

vexation, agitation, torment, grief

via, away

vice, character in a morality play representing a vice, jester, buffoon, gripping tool; to screw

vicegerent, deputy, representative

vicious, blameworthy, blemished

vie, add one to another

villein, peasant, servant

vinewed’st, most mouldy

violent, to rage, storm

virginalling, fingering as on the virginals—a keyed musical instrument

virtue, courage, merit, accomplishment, power, efficacy, essence, essential characteristic

virtuous, powerful, beneficial

visitor, one who visits to offer spiritual comfort

voice, speech, words, common talk, rumour, report, expressed opinion, judgement, vote, approval, authority to be heard; to acclaim, vote

voiding lobby, anteroom

voluntary, volunteer

votaress woman who has taken a vow

votarist, votary one who has taken a vow

vouch, assertion, testimony; affirm, guarantee, bear witness

vulcan, the smith-god, whose wife, Venus, was unfaithful

vulgar, of the common people, commonly known, common, public, mean; common people, vernacular

waft, to convey by water, beckon, turn

waftage, passage by water

wafture, wave

wage, to wager, hazard, attempt, carry on war, pay

waist, girdle

wake, remain awake, be up late for revelry or on guard, wear out with lack of sleep, arouse

walk, tract of forest

wall-eyed, white-eyed, having glaring eyes

want, lack, miss

wanton, frolicsome, lawless, capricious, luxurious, luxuriant, lustful, unchaste; spoilt child, pampered darling, roguish, sportful, unruly or lustful creature

wappered, worn out

ward, guard, custody, prison-cell, defensive position in fencing; guard, protect

warden, kind of cooking pear

warp, distort, deviate

war-proof, war-tested, courage

warrant, guarantee, assure

warrantize, surety, authorization

warranty, sanction, authorization

warren, game enclosure for rabbits

warrener, gamekeeper

wassail, drinking, revelling, feast

waste, spend, consume

watch, wakefulness, sleeplessness, watchfulness; be awake, keep from sleep, catch in the act

watchful, sleepless

water, lustre

water-gall, secondary rainbow

watering, drinking

water-standing, tearful

wave, waver

waxen, increase

weal, welfare, commonwealth

wear, fashion; carry, possess, be fashionable, weary

weather, storm

weed, garment, dress

week, to be in by the, be caught, ensnared, deeply in love

ween, expect, hope

weet, know

welkin, sky

well-liking, plump

well-respected, well-considered

well to live, prosperous

wharf, river bank

wheel, spinning wheel, tread-wheel on which a dog was harnessed to turn a roasting-spit

whelk, pimple

where, whereas

whiffler, officer who keeps the way clear for a procession

while, whiles, whilst, till

whipstock, whip-handle

whist, become silent

whiting-time, bleaching time

whitster, bleacher

whittle, small clasp-knife

whoremonger, user of prostitutes

wide, missing the mark, astray

widgeon, to cheat

wight, creature

wild, reckless, distracted, (of sea) open

wilderness, wildness of character, licentiousness

wildly, without cultivation, naturally

wildness, madness

will, sexual desire, sexual organ (male or female)

wimpled, hooded, blinkered

wince, kick

Winchester goose, sufferer from syphilis, prostitute

windgall, soft tumour on horse’s leg

windlass, circuit made to intercept game, crafty device

wink, sleep, close one’s eyes

wintered, used in winter

wipe, scar

wistly, intently, closely

wit, mental power, mind, sense, wisdom, imagination, one who has such qualities; know

withal, with this, with it, as well, at the same time, with

without, beyond

wittol, a man aware of and tolerating his wife’s adultery

witty, wise, cunning

woman-tired, henpecked

wonder, admiration; admire, marvel

wondered, performing wonders

wondering, admiration

wood, mad

woodcock, dupe

woodman, hunter

woolward, wearing wool next to the skin

world, to go to the, marry; a woman of the, married woman

worm, serpent, snake

worn, exhausted, past

worship, dignity, honour, authority; to honour

wort, vegetable, unfermented beer

worthy, excellent, valuable, deserved, well-founded, fitting

wot, know

wrack, ruin, destruction

wreak, vengeance, revenge

wrest, tuning-key; take by force

wring, wrest, force, writhe, press painfully on

writ, document, writing, mandate, written command, scripture

writhled, wrinkled

wry, to swerve

Xantippe, scolding wife of the philosopher Socrates

yard, yard measure, penis

yare, ready, quick, moving lightly

yaw, sail out of course, lose direction

yellowness, jealousy

yellows, jaundice

yerk, thrust suddenly

youngly, youthfully, without experience

younker, fine young man, novice, greenhorn

zany, comic performer awkwardly imitating a clown or mountebank

INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF SONNETS

THE Sonnets are to be found on pp.. The numbers refer to their position in the sequence.

A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted

Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all

Against my love shall be as I am now

Against that time—if ever that time come

Ah, wherefore with infection should he live

Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth

Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there

As a decrepit father takes delight

As an unperfect actor on the stage

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press

Being your slave, what should I do but tend

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

But be contented when that fell arrest

But do thy worst to steal thyself away

But wherefore do not you a mightier way

Canst thou, Ocruel, say I love thee not

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep

Devouring time, blunt thou the lion’s paws

Farewell—thou art too dear for my possessing

For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any

From fairest creatures we desire increase

From you have I been absent in the spring

Full many a glorious morning have I seen

How can I then return in happy plight

How can my muse want subject to invent

How careful was I when I took my way

How heavy do I journey on the way

How like a winter hath my absence been

How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

I grant thou wert not married to my muse

I never saw that youpainting need

If my dear love were but the child of state

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought

If there be nothing new, but that which is

If thou survive my well-contented day

If thy soul check thee that I come so near

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes

In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn

In the old age black was not counted fair

Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye

Is it thy will thy image should keep open

Let me confess that we two must be twain

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Let not my love be called idolatry

Let those who are in favour with their stars

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

Like as, to make our appetites more keen

Lo, as a care-full housewife runs to catch

Lo, in the orient when the gracious light

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate

Love is too young to know what conscience is I

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war

Mine eye hath played the painter, and hath steeled

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?

My glass shall not persuade me I am old

My love is as a fever, longing still

My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun

My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still

No longer mourn for me when I am dead

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done

No, time, thou shalt not boast that I do change!

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck

Not marble nor the gilded monuments

Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul

O, call not me to justify the wrong

O, for my sake do you with fortune chide win

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might

O, how I faint when I of you do write

O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

O, how thy worth with manners maysing

O, lest the world should task you to recite

O me, what eyes hath love put in my head

O never say that I was false of heart

O that you were yourself! But, love, you are

O thou my lovely boy, who in thy power

O truant muse, what shall be thy amends

Or I shall live your epitaph to make

Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea

Since I left you mine eye is in my mind

So am I as the rich whose blessed key

So are you to my thoughts as food to life

So is it not with me as with that muse

So, now I have confessed that he is thine

So oft have I invoked thee for my muse

So shall I live supposing thou art true

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness

Sweet love, renew thy force. Be it not said

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

That god forbid, that made me first your slave

That thou are blamed shall not be thy defect

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

That you were once unkind befriends me now

The forward violet thus did I chide

The little love-god lying once asleep

The other two, slight air and purging fire

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface

Th’expense of spirit in a waste of shame

They that have power to hurt and will do none

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me

Those hours that with gentle work did frame

Those lines that I before have writ do lie

Those lips that love’s own hand did make

Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits

Thou art as tyrannous so as thou art

Thou blind fool love, what dost thou to mine eyes

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry

’Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

To me, fair friend, you never can be old

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse

Weary with toil I haste me to my bed

Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy

What is your substance, whereof are you made

What potions have I drunk of siren tears

What’s in the brain that ink may character

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

When I consider every thing that grows

When I do count the clock that tells the time

When I have seen by time’s fell hand defaced

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes

When in the chronicle of wasted time

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see

When my love swears that she is made of truth

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

Where art thou, muse, that thou forget’st so long

Whilst I alonecall upon thy aid

Who is it that says most which can say more

Who will believe my verse in time to come

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

Why is my verse so barren of new pride

Your love and pity doth th‘impression fill