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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... hath not slept to - night ; com- manded None should come at him . Paul . I come to bring him sleep . Not so hot , good sir ; ' Tis such as you , - That creep like shadows by him , and do sigh At each his needless heavings , such as you ...
... hath not slept to - night ; com- manded None should come at him . Paul . I come to bring him sleep . Not so hot , good sir ; ' Tis such as you , - That creep like shadows by him , and do sigh At each his needless heavings , such as you ...
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... Hath been beyond account . Leon . They have been absent . ' Tis good speed ; foretells , The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear . Prepare you , lords ; Summon a session , that we may arraign Our most disloyal lady ...
... Hath been beyond account . Leon . They have been absent . ' Tis good speed ; foretells , The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear . Prepare you , lords ; Summon a session , that we may arraign Our most disloyal lady ...
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... hath been cast out , like to itself , No father owning it , ( which is , indeed , More criminal in thee , than it , ) so thou Shalt feel our justice ; in whose easiest passage , Look for no less than death . Her . Sir , spare your ...
... hath been cast out , like to itself , No father owning it , ( which is , indeed , More criminal in thee , than it , ) so thou Shalt feel our justice ; in whose easiest passage , Look for no less than death . Her . Sir , spare your ...
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... hath touched upon The deserts of Bohemia ? Mar. Ay , my lord ; and fear We have landed in ill time ; the skies look grimly , And threaten present blusters . In my conscience , The Heavens with that we have in hand are angry , And frown ...
... hath touched upon The deserts of Bohemia ? Mar. Ay , my lord ; and fear We have landed in ill time ; the skies look grimly , And threaten present blusters . In my conscience , The Heavens with that we have in hand are angry , And frown ...
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... Hath made thy person for the thrower - out Of my poor babe , according to thine oath , - Places remote enough are in Bohemia : There weep , and leave it crying ; and , for the babe Is counted lost forever , Perdita , I pr'ythee call't ...
... Hath made thy person for the thrower - out Of my poor babe , according to thine oath , - Places remote enough are in Bohemia : There weep , and leave it crying ; and , for the babe Is counted lost forever , Perdita , I pr'ythee call't ...
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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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264 페이지 - 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.
382 페이지 - 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...
408 페이지 - 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...
206 페이지 - 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.
195 페이지 - 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...
198 페이지 - 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.
194 페이지 - 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.
253 페이지 - 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.
198 페이지 - 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...
552 페이지 - 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.