The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King JohnC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him . Arch . Wherein our entertainment shall shame us , we will be justified in our loves : for , indeed , - Cam . Beseech you , - Arch . Verily , I speak it in the freedom of my ...
... means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him . Arch . Wherein our entertainment shall shame us , we will be justified in our loves : for , indeed , - Cam . Beseech you , - Arch . Verily , I speak it in the freedom of my ...
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... means Sicilia ? Her . He something seems unsettled . Pol . How , my lord ? What cheer ? how is't with you , best brother ? 18 i . e . entirely . 19 i . e . old faded stuffs of other colours dyed black . 20 Welkin is blue , i . e . the ...
... means Sicilia ? Her . He something seems unsettled . Pol . How , my lord ? What cheer ? how is't with you , best brother ? 18 i . e . entirely . 19 i . e . old faded stuffs of other colours dyed black . 20 Welkin is blue , i . e . the ...
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... mean ' the exe- cution of which ( when done ) cried out against the nonperfor- mance of it before ; ' or , as Johnson laconically expresses it , was a thing necessary to be done , ' but which Camillo had delayed doing because he doubted ...
... mean ' the exe- cution of which ( when done ) cried out against the nonperfor- mance of it before ; ' or , as Johnson laconically expresses it , was a thing necessary to be done , ' but which Camillo had delayed doing because he doubted ...
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... means to say , ' Have you not thought that my wife is slippery ( for cogitation re- sides not in the man that does not think my wife is slippery ? ) The four latter words , though disjoined from the word think by the necessity of a ...
... means to say , ' Have you not thought that my wife is slippery ( for cogitation re- sides not in the man that does not think my wife is slippery ? ) The four latter words , though disjoined from the word think by the necessity of a ...
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... start off , to shrink . Thus in Hamlet : — ( - if he do blench , I know my course . ' Leontes means , could any man so start or fly off from propriety of behaviour ? Leon . Thou dost advise me , Even so as SC . II . 21 WINTER'S TALE .
... start off , to shrink . Thus in Hamlet : — ( - if he do blench , I know my course . ' Leontes means , could any man so start or fly off from propriety of behaviour ? Leon . Thou dost advise me , Even so as SC . II . 21 WINTER'S TALE .
Términos y frases comunes
Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear Ben Jonson blood Bohemia breath Camillo CLEOMENES Comedy of Errors Const death deed dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means mistress murder night o'er old copy reads old play passage Paul Paulina peace Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shep Sicilia sleep soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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Página 326 - 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 240 - 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 434 - 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 396 - 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 73 - 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 228 - 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 75 - 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 271 - 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 251 - 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 234 - 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...