Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King JohnCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... hearts fresh : they , that went on crutches ere he was born , desire yet their life , to see him a man . Arch . Would they else be content to die ? Cam . Yes ; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live . Arch . If the ...
... hearts fresh : they , that went on crutches ere he was born , desire yet their life , to see him a man . Arch . Would they else be content to die ? Cam . Yes ; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live . Arch . If the ...
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... heart dances ; But not for joy , -not joy . - This entertainment May a free face put on ; derive a liberty From heartiness , from bounty , fertile bosom 13 , 12 At entering into any contract , or plighting of troth , this clapping of ...
... heart dances ; But not for joy , -not joy . - This entertainment May a free face put on ; derive a liberty From heartiness , from bounty , fertile bosom 13 , 12 At entering into any contract , or plighting of troth , this clapping of ...
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... heart . If you would seek us , Her . We are yours i ' the garden ; Shall's attend you there . Leon . To your own bents dispose you : you'll be found , Be you beneath the sky : —I am angling now , Though you perceive me not how I give ...
... heart . If you would seek us , Her . We are yours i ' the garden ; Shall's attend you there . Leon . To your own bents dispose you : you'll be found , Be you beneath the sky : —I am angling now , Though you perceive me not how I give ...
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... heart , as well My chamber - councils : wherein , priestlike , thou Hast cleans'd my bosom ; I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd : but we have been Deceiv'd in thy integrity , deceiv'd In that which seems so . Cam . Be it forbid ...
... heart , as well My chamber - councils : wherein , priestlike , thou Hast cleans'd my bosom ; I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd : but we have been Deceiv'd in thy integrity , deceiv'd In that which seems so . Cam . Be it forbid ...
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... heart , You never spoke what did become you less Than this , which to reiterate , were sin As deep as that , though true 4o Leon . Is whispering nothing ? Is leaning cheek to cheek ? is meeting noses ? Kissing with inside lip ? stopping ...
... heart , You never spoke what did become you less Than this , which to reiterate , were sin As deep as that , though true 4o Leon . Is whispering nothing ? Is leaning cheek to cheek ? is meeting noses ? Kissing with inside lip ? stopping ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.