Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard the second. King Henry the fourth, pt. 1stCharles C. Little and James Brown, 1844 |
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... Art thou my boy ? Mam . Leon . Ay , my good lord . I'fecks ? Why , that's my bawcock . " What , hast smutched thy ... Art thou my calf ? Mam . Yes , if you will , my lord . Leon . Thou want'st a rough pash , and the shoots that I have ...
... Art thou my boy ? Mam . Leon . Ay , my good lord . I'fecks ? Why , that's my bawcock . " What , hast smutched thy ... Art thou my calf ? Mam . Yes , if you will , my lord . Leon . Thou want'st a rough pash , and the shoots that I have ...
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... Thou dost make possible , things not so held ; Communicat'st with dreams ;-( How can this be ? ) With what's unreal thou coactive art , And fellow'st nothing . Then , ' tis very credent , 3 Thou mayst conjoin with something ; and thou ...
... Thou dost make possible , things not so held ; Communicat'st with dreams ;-( How can this be ? ) With what's unreal thou coactive art , And fellow'st nothing . Then , ' tis very credent , 3 Thou mayst conjoin with something ; and thou ...
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... thou Hast cleansed my bosom ; I from thee departed Thy penitent reformed ; but we have been Deceived in thy integrity , deceived In that which seems so . Cam . Be it forbid , my lord ! Leon . To bide upon't : Thou art not honest ; or , If ...
... thou Hast cleansed my bosom ; I from thee departed Thy penitent reformed ; but we have been Deceived in thy integrity , deceived In that which seems so . Cam . Be it forbid , my lord ! Leon . To bide upon't : Thou art not honest ; or , If ...
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... thou art most ignorant by age , Or thou wert born a fool . Camillo's flight , Added to their familiarity , ( Which was as gross as ever touched conjecture , That lacked sight only , nought for approbation , But only seeing , all other ...
... thou art most ignorant by age , Or thou wert born a fool . Camillo's flight , Added to their familiarity , ( Which was as gross as ever touched conjecture , That lacked sight only , nought for approbation , But only seeing , all other ...
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... thou art woman - tired , 3 unroosted By thy dame Partlet here . - Take up the bastard ; Take't up , I say ; give't to thy crone . * Paul . Unvenerable be thy hands , if thou Forever Tak'st up the princess , by that forced 5 baseness ...
... thou art woman - tired , 3 unroosted By thy dame Partlet here . - Take up the bastard ; Take't up , I say ; give't to thy crone . * Paul . Unvenerable be thy hands , if thou Forever Tak'st up the princess , by that forced 5 baseness ...
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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 Henry Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty 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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Сторінка 66 - Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon! 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,
Сторінка 190 - ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 3 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, 4
Сторінка 201 - I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Macb. I'll go no more. Give me the daggers. The sleeping, and the dead, Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! 2 Sleave is unwrought silk, sometimes, also,
Сторінка 249 - Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine, than the physician.— God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her.—So, good night.
Сторінка 224 - what say'st thou to this circumstance? Thus, in Macbeth's address to his wife, on the first appearance of Banquo's ghost:— Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted, ere they may be scanned. Lady M. You lack the season
Сторінка 186 - They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die ; who did report, That very frankly he confessed his treasons ; Implored your highness' pardon; and set forth A deep repentance. Nothing in his life Became him, like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death,
Сторінка 194 - dressed 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 valor, As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that 1
Сторінка 261 - be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. Siw. Had he his hurts before ? Rosse. Ay, on the front. Siw. Why, then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death. 1 And so his knell is knolled.
Сторінка 354 - 1 — 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. [Exeunt. 1
Сторінка 230 - Enter HECATE and the other three Witches. Hec. O, well done ! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i'the gains. And now about the caldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. SONG.i Black spirits and white, Red spirits and gray; Mingle, mingle, mingle, You thai mingle may.