Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard the second. King Henry the fourth, pt. 1stCharles C. Little and James Brown, 1844 |
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الصفحة 33
... poor prisoner , I am innocent as you . Paul . I dare be sworn . These dangerous , unsafe lunes1 o ' the king ! beshrew them ! He must be told on't , and he shall ; the office Becomes a woman best ; I'll take't upon me : If I prove honey ...
... poor prisoner , I am innocent as you . Paul . I dare be sworn . These dangerous , unsafe lunes1 o ' the king ! beshrew them ! He must be told on't , and he shall ; the office Becomes a woman best ; I'll take't upon me : If I prove honey ...
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... poor babe . Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens To be thy nurses ! Wolves , and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have done Like offices of pity . - Sir , be prosperous In more than this deed doth ...
... poor babe . Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens To be thy nurses ! Wolves , and bears , they say , Casting their savageness aside , have done Like offices of pity . - Sir , be prosperous In more than this deed doth ...
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... poor trespasses , More monstrous standing by : whereof I reckon The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter , To be or none , or little ; though a devil Would have shed water out of fire , 1 ere done't : Nor is't directly laid to thee ...
... poor trespasses , More monstrous standing by : whereof I reckon The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter , To be or none , or little ; though a devil Would have shed water out of fire , 1 ere done't : Nor is't directly laid to thee ...
الصفحة 51
... poor babe.- I have heard ( but not believed ) the spirits of the dead May walk again . If such thing be , thy mother Appeared to me last night ; for ne'er was dream So like a waking . To me comes a creature , Sometimes her head on one ...
... poor babe.- I have heard ( but not believed ) the spirits of the dead May walk again . If such thing be , thy mother Appeared to me last night ; for ne'er was dream So like a waking . To me comes a creature , Sometimes her head on one ...
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... poor babe , according to thine oath , — Places remote enough are in Bohemia : There weep , and leave it crying ; and , for the babe Is counted lost forever , Perdita , I pr'ythee call't ; for this ungentle business , Put on thee by my ...
... poor babe , according to thine oath , — Places remote enough are in Bohemia : There weep , and leave it crying ; and , for the babe Is counted lost forever , Perdita , I pr'ythee call't ; for this ungentle business , Put on thee by my ...
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death deed dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Henry Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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الصفحة 66 - Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon! 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,
الصفحة 190 - ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 3 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, 4
الصفحة 201 - I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Macb. I'll go no more. Give me the daggers. The sleeping, and the dead, Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! 2 Sleave is unwrought silk, sometimes, also,
الصفحة 249 - Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine, than the physician.— God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her.—So, good night.
الصفحة 224 - what say'st thou to this circumstance? Thus, in Macbeth's address to his wife, on the first appearance of Banquo's ghost:— Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted, ere they may be scanned. Lady M. You lack the season
الصفحة 186 - They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die ; who did report, That very frankly he confessed his treasons ; Implored your highness' pardon; and set forth A deep repentance. Nothing in his life Became him, like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death,
الصفحة 194 - dressed 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 valor, As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that 1
الصفحة 261 - be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. Siw. Had he his hurts before ? Rosse. Ay, on the front. Siw. Why, then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death. 1 And so his knell is knolled.
الصفحة 354 - 1 — 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. [Exeunt. 1
الصفحة 230 - Enter HECATE and the other three Witches. Hec. O, well done ! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i'the gains. And now about the caldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. SONG.i Black spirits and white, Red spirits and gray; Mingle, mingle, mingle, You thai mingle may.