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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... Prince Mamillius . Officers of a Court of Judicature . POLIXENES , King of Bohemia . FLORIZEL , his Son . ARCHIDAMUS , a Bohemian Lord . A Mariner . Jailer . An old Shepherd , reputed Father of Perdita . Clown , his Son . Servant to the ...
... Prince Mamillius . Officers of a Court of Judicature . POLIXENES , King of Bohemia . FLORIZEL , his Son . ARCHIDAMUS , a Bohemian Lord . A Mariner . Jailer . An old Shepherd , reputed Father of Perdita . Clown , his Son . Servant to the ...
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... prince Mamillius ; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise , that ever came into my note . Cam . I very well agree with you in the hopes of him . It is a gallant child ; one that , indeed , physics the subject , makes old hearts fresh ...
... prince Mamillius ; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise , that ever came into my note . Cam . I very well agree with you in the hopes of him . It is a gallant child ; one that , indeed , physics the subject , makes old hearts fresh ...
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... prince , as we Do seem to be of ours ? Pol . If at home , sir , He's all my exercise , my mirth , my matter : Now , my sworn friend , and then mine enemy ; My parasite , my soldier , statesman , all ; He makes a July's day short as ...
... prince , as we Do seem to be of ours ? Pol . If at home , sir , He's all my exercise , my mirth , my matter : Now , my sworn friend , and then mine enemy ; My parasite , my soldier , statesman , all ; He makes a July's day short as ...
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... prince , my son , Who , I do think , is mine , and love as mine ; Without ripe moving to't ? Would I do this ? Could man so blench ? 5 Cam . I must believe you , sir . I do ; and will fetch off Bohemia for't ; Provided , that when he's ...
... prince , my son , Who , I do think , is mine , and love as mine ; Without ripe moving to't ? Would I do this ? Could man so blench ? 5 Cam . I must believe you , sir . I do ; and will fetch off Bohemia for't ; Provided , that when he's ...
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... prince , One of these days ; and then you'd wanton with us , If we would have you . 1 Lady . She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk . Good time encounter her ! Her . What wisdom stirs amongst you ? Come , sir , now I am for you again ...
... prince , One of these days ; and then you'd wanton with us , If we would have you . 1 Lady . She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk . Good time encounter her ! Her . What wisdom stirs amongst you ? Come , sir , now I am for you again ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors ... William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1839 |
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death deed dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair 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 murder 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 sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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Side 264 - 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.
Side 382 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Side 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...
Side 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a 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.
Side 195 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Side 198 - 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.
Side 194 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
Side 253 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff", Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Side 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...
Side 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.