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Pagina 5
... thought , sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , sir , Charge him too coldly : Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd ; say this ...
... thought , sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , sir , Charge him too coldly : Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd ; say this ...
Pagina 7
... thought there was no more behind , But such a day to - morrow as to - day , And to be boy eternal . Her . Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two ? Pol . We were as twinn'd lambs , that did frisk i'the sun , And bleat the one at the ...
... thought there was no more behind , But such a day to - morrow as to - day , And to be boy eternal . Her . Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two ? Pol . We were as twinn'd lambs , that did frisk i'the sun , And bleat the one at the ...
Pagina 10
... Thoughts that would thick my blood . Leon . So stands this squire Offic'd with me : We two will walk , my lord , And leave you to your graver steps . - Hermione , How thou lov'st us , show in our brother's welcome ; Let what is dear in ...
... Thoughts that would thick my blood . Leon . So stands this squire Offic'd with me : We two will walk , my lord , And leave you to your graver steps . - Hermione , How thou lov'st us , show in our brother's welcome ; Let what is dear in ...
Pagina 13
... ) ; or heard ( For , to a vision so apparent , rumour Cannot be mute ) , or thought ( for cogitation VOL . IV . * To hox is to hamstring . C Resides not in that man , that does not think SCENE II . ] 13 WINTER'S TALE .
... ) ; or heard ( For , to a vision so apparent , rumour Cannot be mute ) , or thought ( for cogitation VOL . IV . * To hox is to hamstring . C Resides not in that man , that does not think SCENE II . ] 13 WINTER'S TALE .
Pagina 14
... thought , ) then say , My wife's a hobbyhorse ; deserves a name As rank as any flax - wench , that puts to Before her troth - plight : say it , and justify it . Cam . I would not be a stander - by , to hear My sovereign mistress clouded ...
... thought , ) then say , My wife's a hobbyhorse ; deserves a name As rank as any flax - wench , that puts to Before her troth - plight : say it , and justify it . Cam . I would not be a stander - by , to hear My sovereign mistress clouded ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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 hence Hermione honour Hubert husband i'the James Gurney King John Lady Lady Macbeth Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach 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 Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue villain wife Witch
Populaire passages
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.