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Say to me , when saw'st thou the prince Florizel , my son ? Kings are no less
unhappy , their issue not being gracious , than they are in losing them , when
they have approved their virtues . Cam . Sir , it is three days since I saw the prince
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Say to me , when saw'st thou the prince Florizel , my son ? Kings are no less
unhappy , their issue not being gracious , than they are in losing them , when
they have approved their virtues . Cam . Sir , it is three days since I saw the prince
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So you have : —but I was a gentleman born before my father : for the king's son
took me by the hand , and called me , brother ; and then the two kings called my
father , brother ; and then the prince , my brother , and the princess , my sister ...
So you have : —but I was a gentleman born before my father : for the king's son
took me by the hand , and called me , brother ; and then the two kings called my
father , brother ; and then the prince , my brother , and the princess , my sister ...
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Sons , kinsmen , thanes , And you whose places are the nearest , know , We will
establish our estate upon Our eldest , Malcolm ; whom we name hereafter , The
prince of Cumberland 8 : which honour must Not , unaccompanied , invest him ...
Sons , kinsmen , thanes , And you whose places are the nearest , know , We will
establish our estate upon Our eldest , Malcolm ; whom we name hereafter , The
prince of Cumberland 8 : which honour must Not , unaccompanied , invest him ...
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Good morrow , little prince . Arth . As little prince ( having so great a title To be
more prince ) , as may be . — You are sad . Hub . Indeed , I have been merrier .
Arth . Mercy on me ! Methinks nobody should be sad but I : Yet , I remember ,
when I ...
Good morrow , little prince . Arth . As little prince ( having so great a title To be
more prince ) , as may be . — You are sad . Hub . Indeed , I have been merrier .
Arth . Mercy on me ! Methinks nobody should be sad but I : Yet , I remember ,
when I ...
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Why , know you not ? the lords are all come back , And brought prince Henry in
their company ; At whose request the king hath pardon'd them , And they are all
about his majesty . Bast . Withhold thine indignation , mighty heaven , And tempt
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Why , know you not ? the lords are all come back , And brought prince Henry in
their company ; At whose request the king hath pardon'd them , And they are all
about his majesty . Bast . Withhold thine indignation , mighty heaven , And tempt
...
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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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