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The selfsame sun , that shines upon his court , Hides not his visage from our
cottage , but Looks on alike 53. ... and lay me 53 To look on or look upon without
any substantive annexed is a mode of expression , which , though now unusual ...
The selfsame sun , that shines upon his court , Hides not his visage from our
cottage , but Looks on alike 53. ... and lay me 53 To look on or look upon without
any substantive annexed is a mode of expression , which , though now unusual ...
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the wrongs , I have done thee , stir 10 Steevens altered this to look upon , but
there are many instances of similar construction in Shakspeare , incorrect as they
may now appear . 11 i . e . at amity , as we now say . Malone , contrary to his
usual ...
the wrongs , I have done thee , stir 10 Steevens altered this to look upon , but
there are many instances of similar construction in Shakspeare , incorrect as they
may now appear . 11 i . e . at amity , as we now say . Malone , contrary to his
usual ...
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-Look upon my brother : -- both your pardons , That e'er I put between your holy
looks My ill suspicion . — This your son - in - law , And son unto the king ( whom
13 heavens directing ) , Is troth - plight to your daughter . — Good Paulina , Lead
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-Look upon my brother : -- both your pardons , That e'er I put between your holy
looks My ill suspicion . — This your son - in - law , And son unto the king ( whom
13 heavens directing ) , Is troth - plight to your daughter . — Good Paulina , Lead
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... late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke To merchants , our well -
dealing countrymen ,Who , wanting gilders to redeem their lives , Have sealed
his rigorous statutes with their bloods , Excludes all pity from our threatning looks
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... late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke To merchants , our well -
dealing countrymen ,Who , wanting gilders to redeem their lives , Have sealed
his rigorous statutes with their bloods , Excludes all pity from our threatning looks
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11 So in Shakspeare's Sonnets , the forty - seventh and seventyfifth : * When that
mine eye is famish'd for a look . ' • Sometimes all full with feeding on his sight ,
And by and by clean starved for a look . ' spurn me thus ? Do their gay vestments
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11 So in Shakspeare's Sonnets , the forty - seventh and seventyfifth : * When that
mine eye is famish'd for a look . ' • Sometimes all full with feeding on his sight ,
And by and by clean starved for a look . ' spurn me thus ? Do their gay vestments
...
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appears arms Attendants Bast bear better blood born breath bring brother Camillo cause child comes dead death doth Dromio Duke England Enter Exeunt eyes face fair father fear France give gone hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold Holinshed honour hour husband I'll John keep king Lady land leave Leon live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd master means mind mother murder nature never night old copy once passage Paul peace play poor pray present prince queen reads Rosse SCENE seems sense Shakspeare sleep soul speak spirit stand stay sweet tell thee thine thing thou thou art thought tongue true wife Witch
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Página 328 - 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.
Página 242 - 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 all the rest: I see thee still.
Página 436 - 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.
Página 398 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 75 - 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.
Página 230 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 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, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Página 77 - 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...
Página 273 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Página 253 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da 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.
Página 236 - d 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...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John Volumen4 de The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Ilustrado por | Thomas Stothard |
| Editor | C. Whittingham, 1826 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 29 Dic. 2006 |
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