The Plays of Shakspeare, 第 14 巻Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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William Shakespeare Henry Morley. Paul . I dare be sworn : — These dangerous , unsafe lunes i ' the king , beshrew them ! He must be told on ' t , and he shall the ... Paul . Tell her , Emilia , I'll use that Scene 2. ] 50 THE WINTER'S TALE .
William Shakespeare Henry Morley. Paul . I dare be sworn : — These dangerous , unsafe lunes i ' the king , beshrew them ! He must be told on ' t , and he shall the ... Paul . Tell her , Emilia , I'll use that Scene 2. ] 50 THE WINTER'S TALE .
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... Paul . You need not fear it , sir : The child was prisoner to the womb , and is , By law and process of great nature , thence Freed and enfranchised ; not a party to The anger of the king , nor guilty of , If any be , the trespass of ...
... Paul . You need not fear it , sir : The child was prisoner to the womb , and is , By law and process of great nature , thence Freed and enfranchised ; not a party to The anger of the king , nor guilty of , If any be , the trespass of ...
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... Paul . No noise , my lord ; but needful con- ference , About some gossips for your highness . Leon . How ? - Away with that audacious lady . Antigonus , I charged thee that she should not come about me : I knew she would . Ant . I told ...
... Paul . No noise , my lord ; but needful con- ference , About some gossips for your highness . Leon . How ? - Away with that audacious lady . Antigonus , I charged thee that she should not come about me : I knew she would . Ant . I told ...
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... Paul It is yours ; And , might we lay the old proverb to your charge , So like you , ' t is the worse . - Behold , my lords , Although the print be little , the whole matter And copy of the father : eye , nose , lip , The trick of ' s ...
... Paul It is yours ; And , might we lay the old proverb to your charge , So like you , ' t is the worse . - Behold , my lords , Although the print be little , the whole matter And copy of the father : eye , nose , lip , The trick of ' s ...
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... Paul . A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more . Leon . Paul . I'll have thee burned . I care not : It is an heretic that makes the fire , Not she which burns in ' t . I'll not call tyrant ; But this most cruel usage of your ...
... Paul . A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more . Leon . Paul . I'll have thee burned . I care not : It is an heretic that makes the fire , Not she which burns in ' t . I'll not call tyrant ; But this most cruel usage of your ...
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Antigonus Apolonius AUTOLYCUS beauty began Bellaria better beyng Bohemia brother Camillo Capnio Cesario child CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear death Delphos Dorastus dost Duke Egistus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN father Fawnia fear FLORIZEL fool fortune Franion gentleman give hand hath haue hear heard heart heavens Hermione honour Illyria Iulina king lady Lelia Leon Leontes look lord madam Malvolio MARIA married matter mind never night noble Olivia oracle Orsino Pandosto Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes poor Porrus pray prince queen Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakespeare Shep shepherd Sicilia Silla Siluio Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH Sir Topas sorrow speak swear sweet tell thee there's thou art thou hast thought TWELFTH-NIGHT tyme Viola vnto whither wife WINTER'S TALE young
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78 ページ - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
80 ページ - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
19 ページ - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
60 ページ - Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me. Oli. You might do much: What is your parentage?
98 ページ - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
99 ページ - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
98 ページ - re welcome, sir. — Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. — Reverend sirs, For you there 's rosemary and rue ; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long : Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing ! Pol.
28 ページ - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
152 ページ - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.