The Plays, Том 4Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... young prince Mamillius . Officers of a court of judicature . Polixenes , king of Bohemia . Florizel , his son . Archidamus , a Bohemian lord . A mariner . Gaoler . An old shepherd , Clown , his son . reputed father of Perdita . Servant ...
... young prince Mamillius . Officers of a court of judicature . Polixenes , king of Bohemia . Florizel , his son . Archidamus , a Bohemian lord . A mariner . Gaoler . An old shepherd , Clown , his son . reputed father of Perdita . Servant ...
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... young 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 , phy- sicks the subject ‡ , makes old ...
... young 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 , phy- sicks the subject ‡ , makes old ...
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... young play - fellow . Her . Grace to boot ! Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say , Your queen and I are devils : Yet , go on ; The offences we have you do , we'll answer ; If you first sinn'd with us , and that with us You did ...
... young play - fellow . Her . Grace to boot ! Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say , Your queen and I are devils : Yet , go on ; The offences we have you do , we'll answer ; If you first sinn'd with us , and that with us You did ...
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... young 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 ...
... young 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 ...
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... young prince ; whose honourable thoughts ( Thoughts high for one so tender ) , cleft the heart That could conceive , a gross and foolish sire Blemish'd his gracious dam : this is not , no , Laid to thy answer : But the last , -O , lords ...
... young prince ; whose honourable thoughts ( Thoughts high for one so tender ) , cleft the heart That could conceive , a gross and foolish sire Blemish'd his gracious dam : this is not , no , Laid to thy answer : But the last , -O , lords ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Arth Arthur attendants Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath brother Camillo Cawdor chain Cleomenes Const dead death deed didst Doct doth Dromio Duke England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France gentle give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hubert husband i'the James Gurney King John Lady Lady Macbeth Leon Leontes liege look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty master Melun mistress never noble o'er o'the Pand Pandulph Paul Paulina peace poison'd Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rosse SCENE shame Shep Sicilia Siward sleep soul speak swear sweet Syracusan Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue villain wife Witch
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Сторінка 59 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! 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, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Сторінка 231 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Сторінка 181 - 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 209 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble ; Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Сторінка 323 - 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.
Сторінка 199 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! — Light thickens ; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Сторінка 170 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Сторінка 286 - 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 178 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off: And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast...
Сторінка 223 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers ; and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.