The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King JohnC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... bears not one , Let villany itself forswear't . I must Forsake the court : to do't , or no , is certain To me a break - neck . Happy star , reign now ! Here comes Bohemia . Pol . Enter POLIXENES . This is strange ! methinks , My favour ...
... bears not one , Let villany itself forswear't . I must Forsake the court : to do't , or no , is certain To me a break - neck . Happy star , reign now ! Here comes Bohemia . Pol . Enter POLIXENES . This is strange ! methinks , My favour ...
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... bear it . Cam . I Sir , I'll tell you ; Since I am charg'd in honour , and by him That I think honourable : Therefore , mark my counsel ; Which must be even as swiftly follow'd , as I mean to utter it ; or both yourself and me Cry ...
... bear it . Cam . I Sir , I'll tell you ; Since I am charg'd in honour , and by him That I think honourable : Therefore , mark my counsel ; Which must be even as swiftly follow'd , as I mean to utter it ; or both yourself and me Cry ...
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... bear along impawn'd , -away to - night . Your followers I will whisper to the business ; And will , by twos , and threes , at several posterns , Clear them o ' the city : For myself , I'll put My fortunes to your service , which are ...
... bear along impawn'd , -away to - night . Your followers I will whisper to the business ; And will , by twos , and threes , at several posterns , Clear them o ' the city : For myself , I'll put My fortunes to your service , which are ...
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... bear'st my life off hence : Let us avoid . Cam . It is in mine authority , to command The keys of all the posterns : Please your highness To take the urgent hour : come , sir , away . [ Exeunt . 56 i . e . I will place thee in elevated ...
... bear'st my life off hence : Let us avoid . Cam . It is in mine authority , to command The keys of all the posterns : Please your highness To take the urgent hour : come , sir , away . [ Exeunt . 56 i . e . I will place thee in elevated ...
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... bear some signs of me , yet you Have too much blood in him . Her . What is this ? sport ? Leon . Bear the boy hence , he shall not come about her ; Away with him : -and let her sport herself With that she's big with ; for ' tis ...
... bear some signs of me , yet you Have too much blood in him . Her . What is this ? sport ? Leon . Bear the boy hence , he shall not come about her ; Away with him : -and let her sport herself With that she's big with ; for ' tis ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear Ben Jonson blood Bohemia breath Camillo CLEOMENES Comedy of Errors Const death deed dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means mistress murder night o'er old copy reads old play passage Paul Paulina peace Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shep Sicilia sleep soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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326 ページ - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
240 ページ - 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 marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still.
434 ページ - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
396 ページ - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
73 ページ - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, o'er that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. 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 ~\\ hich does mend nature, — change it rather ; but The art itself is nature.
228 ページ - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
75 ページ - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
271 ページ - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd 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: This is more strange Than such a murder is.
251 ページ - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time ; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
234 ページ - d yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and...