The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 3G. Bell, 1875 |
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... Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd ; say this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong ...
... Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd ; say this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong ...
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... tell me : Cram us with praise , and make us As fat as tame things . One good deed , dying tongue- less , Slaughters a thousand , waiting upon that . Our praises are our wages : You may ride us , With one soft kiss , a thousand furlongs ...
... tell me : Cram us with praise , and make us As fat as tame things . One good deed , dying tongue- less , Slaughters a thousand , waiting upon that . Our praises are our wages : You may ride us , With one soft kiss , a thousand furlongs ...
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... tell secretly , to whisper . 31 Gust it last , i . e . taste it last : be the last to perceive it : - " Dedecus ille domus sciet ultimus . " Juv . Sat. x . : - 32 Lower messes is here put for degrees , conditions . The com- pany at ...
... tell secretly , to whisper . 31 Gust it last , i . e . taste it last : be the last to perceive it : - " Dedecus ille domus sciet ultimus . " Juv . Sat. x . : - 32 Lower messes is here put for degrees , conditions . The com- pany at ...
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... tell you ; Since I am charg'd in honour , and by him That I think honourable . Therefore , mark my counsel ; Which must be even as swiftly follow'd as I mean to utter it ; or both yourself and me Cry , lost , and so good night . Pol ...
... tell you ; Since I am charg'd in honour , and by him That I think honourable . Therefore , mark my counsel ; Which must be even as swiftly follow'd as I mean to utter it ; or both yourself and me Cry , lost , and so good night . Pol ...
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... tell's a tale . Mam . Merry , or sad , shall't be ? Her . As merry as you will . Mam . A sad tale's best for winter : I have one of sprites and goblins . Let's have that , good sir . Her . Come on , sit down : -Come on , and do your ...
... tell's a tale . Mam . Merry , or sad , shall't be ? Her . As merry as you will . Mam . A sad tale's best for winter : I have one of sprites and goblins . Let's have that , good sir . Her . Come on , sit down : -Come on , and do your ...
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Antigonus arms Aumerle Autolycus Bast Bastard Bawd Bishop of Carlisle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke Boult breath Camillo Cleomenes Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth Duch Duke duke of Hereford England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear folio France Gaunt Gent gentleman give Gower grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hubert King Henry King John King Richard knight lady land Leon Leontes liege look lord LYSIMACHUS madam majesty Malone Marina means never noble old copy reads old play Pand passage Paulina peace Pentapolis Pericles Polixenes prince Prince of Tyre quartos queen Rich Richard II Romeo and Juliet SCENE Shakespeare shame Shep sorrow soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell Tharsus thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue Tyre Winter's Tale word York
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Seite 315 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 383 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Seite 57 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Seite 311 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Seite 423 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?