The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... soul- goading passion which wrings a noble nature to acts of revengeful cruelty ; at which , under happier stars , it would have shuddered , and which are no sooner committed than repented of . The patient and affecting resignation of ...
... soul- goading passion which wrings a noble nature to acts of revengeful cruelty ; at which , under happier stars , it would have shuddered , and which are no sooner committed than repented of . The patient and affecting resignation of ...
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... soul ; More free , than he is jealous . 1 Blank and level mean mark and aim , or direction . They are terms of gunnery . 2 i . e . leave me alone . 3 Free , i . e . as here used , pure , chaste . Ant . That's enough . 1 Attend . Madam ...
... soul ; More free , than he is jealous . 1 Blank and level mean mark and aim , or direction . They are terms of gunnery . 2 i . e . leave me alone . 3 Free , i . e . as here used , pure , chaste . Ant . That's enough . 1 Attend . Madam ...
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... soul's peril , and thy body's torture , - That thou commend it strangely to some place , Where chance may nurse , or end it . Take it up . Ant . I swear to do this , though a present death Had been more merciful . - Come on , poor babe ...
... soul's peril , and thy body's torture , - That thou commend it strangely to some place , Where chance may nurse , or end it . Take it up . Ant . I swear to do this , though a present death Had been more merciful . - Come on , poor babe ...
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... souls roared , and the sea mocked them ; -and how the poor gentleman roared , and the bear mocked him , both roaring louder than the sea , or weather . Shep . ' Name of mercy , when was this , boy ? Clo . Now , now ; I have not winked ...
... souls roared , and the sea mocked them ; -and how the poor gentleman roared , and the bear mocked him , both roaring louder than the sea , or weather . Shep . ' Name of mercy , when was this , boy ? Clo . Now , now ; I have not winked ...
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... soul ! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee , rather than have these off . Aut . Ŏ , sir , the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received ; which are mighty ones and millions . Clo . Alas , poor man ! a ...
... soul ! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee , rather than have these off . Aut . Ŏ , sir , the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received ; which are mighty ones and millions . Clo . Alas , poor man ! a ...
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Antigonus Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bastard bear Bishop of Carlisle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death deed dost doth Dromio duke earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word
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Страница 465 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen, I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Страница 408 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Страница 383 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Страница 354 - 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.
Страница 190 - Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here ; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...
Страница 502 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! if to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damned : if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company : banish...
Страница 67 - 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...
Страница 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, 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 marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Страница 445 - I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Страница 467 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...