The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volumul 4 |
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Pagina 9
... Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer . Pol . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's then : and in that I'll no gain - saying . Pol ...
... Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer . Pol . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's then : and in that I'll no gain - saying . Pol ...
Pagina 10
... Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong : But let him say so then , and let him go ; But let him swear so , and he shall not stay , We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.- Yet of your royal ...
... Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong : But let him say so then , and let him go ; But let him swear so , and he shall not stay , We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.- Yet of your royal ...
Pagina 12
... 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 purpose . Her . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Her . What ? have I twice said well ? when ...
... 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 purpose . Her . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Her . What ? have I twice said well ? when ...
Pagina 13
... Leon . Too hot , too hot : [ Aside . To mingle friendship far , is mingling bloods . I have tremor cordis on me : -my heart dances ; But not for joy , -not joy . - This entertainment May a free face put on ; derive a liberty From ...
... Leon . Too hot , too hot : [ Aside . To mingle friendship far , is mingling bloods . I have tremor cordis on me : -my heart dances ; But not for joy , -not joy . - This entertainment May a free face put on ; derive a liberty From ...
Pagina 14
... Leon . Thou want'st a rough pash , and the shoots that I have17 , To be full18 like me : yet , they say , we are Almost as like as eggs ; women say so , That will say any thing : But were they false As o'er - dyed blacks19 , as wind ...
... Leon . Thou want'st a rough pash , and the shoots that I have17 , To be full18 like me : yet , they say , we are Almost as like as eggs ; women say so , That will say any thing : But were they false As o'er - dyed blacks19 , as wind ...
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Aege Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear Ben Jonson blood Bohemia breath Camillo Const Cymbeline death deed didst dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means Menaechmi 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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Pagina 405 - 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.
Pagina 227 - 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 40 As this which now I draw.
Pagina 248 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his •worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Pagina 306 - 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.
Pagina 62 - 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!
Pagina 72 - 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...
Pagina 255 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purged 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.
Pagina 56 - 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.
Pagina 70 - 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 217 - 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, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!