The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King JohnC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... Polixenes , who looks on her with no favourable eye , says that there is ، nothing she does or says Malone places the composition of the Winter's Tale in 1611. But smacks of something greater than herself . ' The Shepherds and ...
... Polixenes , who looks on her with no favourable eye , says that there is ، nothing she does or says Malone places the composition of the Winter's Tale in 1611. But smacks of something greater than herself . ' The Shepherds and ...
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... POLIXENES , King of Bohemia . FLORIZEL , his Son . ARCHIDAMUS , a Bohemian Lord . A Mariner . Gaoler . An old Shepherd , reputed Father of Perdita . Clown , his Son . Servant to the old Shepherd . AUTOLYCUS , a Rogue . Time , as Chorus ...
... POLIXENES , King of Bohemia . FLORIZEL , his Son . ARCHIDAMUS , a Bohemian Lord . A Mariner . Gaoler . An old Shepherd , reputed Father of Perdita . Clown , his Son . Servant to the old Shepherd . AUTOLYCUS , a Rogue . Time , as Chorus ...
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... POLIXENES , HERMIONE , MA- MILLIUS , CAMILLO , and Attendants . Pol . Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been The shepherd's note , since we have left our throne Without a burden : time as long again Would be fill'd up , my brother ...
... POLIXENES , HERMIONE , MA- MILLIUS , CAMILLO , and Attendants . Pol . Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been The shepherd's note , since we have left our throne Without a burden : time as long again Would be fill'd up , my brother ...
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... POLIXENES , 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 ...
... POLIXENES , 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 ...
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... POLIXENES and HERMIONE . Upon his palm ? -How now , you wanton calf ? Art thou my calf ? Mam . Yes , if you will , my lord . Leon . Thou want'st a rough pash , and the shoots that I have 17 , To be full 18 like me : yet , they. 14 i . e ...
... POLIXENES and HERMIONE . Upon his palm ? -How now , you wanton calf ? Art thou my calf ? Mam . Yes , if you will , my lord . Leon . Thou want'st a rough pash , and the shoots that I have 17 , To be full 18 like me : yet , they. 14 i . e ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear Ben Jonson blood Bohemia breath Camillo CLEOMENES Comedy of Errors Const 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 Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means mistress murder night o'er o'the 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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Side 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.
Side 242 - 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 all the rest: I see thee still.
Side 436 - 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.
Side 398 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 77 - 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...
Side 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.
Side 253 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da 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 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...