Dramatic Works: From the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed; with Glossarial Notes, Life, Etc, Volume 2Routledge, 1852 |
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Pagina 120
... Leon . Stay your thanks awhile ; And pay them when you part . Pol . Sir , that's to - morrow . I am question'd by my fears , of what may chance , * Nobly supplied by ambassadors . + Affords a cordial to the state . † Waste . Or breed ...
... Leon . Stay your thanks awhile ; And pay them when you part . Pol . Sir , that's to - morrow . I am question'd by my fears , of what may chance , * Nobly supplied by ambassadors . + Affords a cordial to the state . † Waste . Or breed ...
Pagina 121
... Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer . Pol . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's then : and in that I'll no gain - saying . Pol ...
... Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer . Pol . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's then : and in that I'll no gain - saying . Pol ...
Pagina 122
... Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request he would not . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spokest To better purpose . Her . Never ? Leon . Never , but once . Her . What ? have I twice said well ? when ...
... Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request he would not . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spokest To better purpose . Her . Never ? Leon . Never , but once . Her . What ? have I twice said well ? when ...
Pagina 123
... Leon . Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap * thyself my love ; then didst thou utter , I am yours for ever . Her . It is Grace , indeed.— Why ...
... Leon . Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap * thyself my love ; then didst thou utter , I am yours for ever . Her . It is Grace , indeed.— Why ...
Pagina 124
... Leon . No , in good earnest.- How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought , I did recoil Twenty - three years ; and saw ...
... Leon . No , in good earnest.- How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought , I did recoil Twenty - three years ; and saw ...
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Pagina 432 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pagina 391 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pagina 162 - 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...
Pagina 243 - 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...
Pagina 161 - 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.
Pagina 326 - As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...