The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. Winter's tale. MacbethCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... daughter to the widow . VIOLENTA , MARIANA , neighbours and friends to the widow . Lords , attending on the king ; Officers , Soldiers , & c . French and Florentine . SCENE - Partly in France , and partly in Tuscany . The persons were ...
... daughter to the widow . VIOLENTA , MARIANA , neighbours and friends to the widow . Lords , attending on the king ; Officers , Soldiers , & c . French and Florentine . SCENE - Partly in France , and partly in Tuscany . The persons were ...
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... daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His sole child , my lord ; and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have those hopes of her good , that her education promises : her dispositions she inherits , which make fair gifts fairer ; for where ...
... daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His sole child , my lord ; and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have those hopes of her good , that her education promises : her dispositions she inherits , which make fair gifts fairer ; for where ...
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... daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God shield , you mean it not ! daughter , and mother , So strive upon your pulse : What , pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness ...
... daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God shield , you mean it not ! daughter , and mother , So strive upon your pulse : What , pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness ...
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... daughter my wife ! -Disdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou disdain'st in her , the which I can build up . Strange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite ...
... daughter my wife ! -Disdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou disdain'st in her , the which I can build up . Strange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite ...
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... daughter - in - law : she hath recovered the king , and undone me . I have wedded her , not bedded her ; and sworn to make the not eternal . You shall hear , I am run away ; know it , [ 5 ] i . e . as we say at present , our young ...
... daughter - in - law : she hath recovered the king , and undone me . I have wedded her , not bedded her ; and sworn to make the not eternal . You shall hear , I am run away ; know it , [ 5 ] i . e . as we say at present , our young ...
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Antigonus Autolycus Banquo bear-baiting BERTRAM better blood Bohemia Camillo CLEOMENES Clown Count daughter death dost Duke Dunsinane Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool friends Gent gentleman give hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king knave lady Lady MACBETH LAFEU Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam Malcolm MALONE Malvolio marry means mistress never night noble Olivia Parolles Paul Paulina play Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Shakespeare Shep signifies Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH SIWARD soldier speak STEEVENS swear sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought WARBURTON weird sisters wife Winter's Tale Witch woman word
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Стр. 285 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Стр. 305 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Стр. 286 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.
Стр. 280 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Стр. 290 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Стр. 113 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 223 - 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 Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Стр. 293 - Infirm of purpose ! 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, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
Стр. 285 - Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Стр. 336 - 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.