Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King JohnCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... breath ; Never till then . Enter a Gentleman . Gent . One that gives out himself prince Florizel , Son of Polixenes , with his princess ( she The fairest I have yet beheld ) , desires access To your high presence . Leon . Like to his ...
... breath ; Never till then . Enter a Gentleman . Gent . One that gives out himself prince Florizel , Son of Polixenes , with his princess ( she The fairest I have yet beheld ) , desires access To your high presence . Leon . Like to his ...
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... breath into his work , would beguile nature of her custom , so per- fectly he is her ape ' : he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione , that , they say , one would speak to her , and stand in hope of answer : thither with all ...
... breath into his work , would beguile nature of her custom , so per- fectly he is her ape ' : he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione , that , they say , one would speak to her , and stand in hope of answer : thither with all ...
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... breath'd ? and that those veins Did verily bear blood ? Pol . Masterly done : The very life seems warm upon her lip . Leon . The fixture of her eye has motion in't 5 , As we are mock'd with art6 . 2 Worked , agitated . 3 The folio reads ...
... breath'd ? and that those veins Did verily bear blood ? Pol . Masterly done : The very life seems warm upon her lip . Leon . The fixture of her eye has motion in't 5 , As we are mock'd with art6 . 2 Worked , agitated . 3 The folio reads ...
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... breath ? Let no man mock me , For I will kiss her . Paul . Good my lord , forbear : The ruddiness upon her lip is wet ; You'll mar it , if you kiss it ; stain your own With oily painting : Shall I draw the curtain ? Leon . No , not ...
... breath ? Let no man mock me , For I will kiss her . Paul . Good my lord , forbear : The ruddiness upon her lip is wet ; You'll mar it , if you kiss it ; stain your own With oily painting : Shall I draw the curtain ? Leon . No , not ...
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... breath , or pinch us black and blue . Luc . Why prat'st thou to thyself , and answer'st not ? Dromio , thou drone 21 , thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! 18 i . e . unfruitful . So in Othello : - 6 antres vast , and deserts idle . ' 19 ...
... breath , or pinch us black and blue . Luc . Why prat'st thou to thyself , and answer'st not ? Dromio , thou drone 21 , thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! 18 i . e . unfruitful . So in Othello : - 6 antres vast , and deserts idle . ' 19 ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath Camillo 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 PANDULPH 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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Страница 273 - 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.
Страница 242 - 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 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...
Страница 66 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Страница 75 - 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.
Страница 230 - 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.
Страница 328 - 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.
Страница 234 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Страница 236 - 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...
Страница 244 - Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Страница 59 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.