The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volumul 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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Pagina 237
... Leon . Than you can put us to ' t . Pol . We are tougher , brother , No longer stay . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . One seven - night longer . Pol . Leon . We'll part the time between's then ; and in that I'll no gain - saying . Pol ...
... Leon . Than you can put us to ' t . Pol . We are tougher , brother , No longer stay . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . One seven - night longer . Pol . Leon . We'll part the time between's then ; and in that I'll no gain - saying . Pol ...
Pagina 238
... Leon . Tongue - tied , our queen ? speak you . Her . I had thought , Sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , Sir , Charge him too coldly : tell him , you are sure All in Bohemia's well ...
... Leon . Tongue - tied , our queen ? speak you . Her . I had thought , Sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , Sir , Charge him too coldly : tell him , you are sure All in Bohemia's well ...
Pagina 239
... Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request he would not . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spok'st To better 239 THE WINTER'S TALE . 5.
... Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request he would not . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spok'st To better 239 THE WINTER'S TALE . 5.
Pagina 240
... Leon . Never ? Never , but once Her . What ? have I twice said well ? when was ' t before ? I pr'ythee , tell me . Cram's with praise , and make's As fat as tame things : one good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters a thousand waiting ...
... Leon . Never ? Never , but once Her . What ? have I twice said well ? when was ' t before ? I pr'ythee , tell me . Cram's with praise , and make's As fat as tame things : one good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters a thousand waiting ...
Pagina 241
... Leon . Ay , my good lord . ― Mamillius , I ' fecks ? Why , that's my bawcock . What ! hast smutch'd thy nose ? - They say , it is a copy out of mine . Come , captain , We must be neat ; not neat , but cleanly , captain And yet the steer ...
... Leon . Ay , my good lord . ― Mamillius , I ' fecks ? Why , that's my bawcock . What ! hast smutch'd thy nose ? - They say , it is a copy out of mine . Come , captain , We must be neat ; not neat , but cleanly , captain And yet the steer ...
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Pagina 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pagina 288 - 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 Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Pagina 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Pagina 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Pagina 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Pagina 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...