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ancient Antigonus Autolycus Banquo Ben Jonson Bertram better blood Bohemia called Camillo Clown Count death dost doth Duke emendation Enter Exeunt Exit expression eyes Faery Queen fame father fear fense Fleance folio fool Gent gentleman give hand hast hath hear heart heaven Honest Whore honour i'the Illyria Johnson king knave lady Lafeu Leontes lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam Malone Malvolio marry means Measure for Measure merry mistress murder Narbon nature never night noble o'the old copy Olivia Oxford editor Parolles passage play poor pr'ythee pray prince queen SCENE Shakespeare Shep shew Sicilia signifies Sir Toby speak speech Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee Theobald There's thine thing thou art thought true Tyrwhitt Warburton wife Winter's Tale Witch woman word
الصفحة 539 - 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.
الصفحة 554 - 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...
الصفحة 498 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
الصفحة 493 - 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?
الصفحة 487 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
الصفحة 510 - 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.
الصفحة 593 - 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.
الصفحة 441 - IN order to make a true estimate of the abilities and merit of a writer, it is always necessary to examine the genius of his age, and the opinions of his contemporaries.