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EMILIA, a Lady, - Two other Ladies, } attending the Queen. MopsA, }
shepherdesses. DoRCAs, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a Dance;
Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c. SCENE, sometimes in Sicilia,
sometimes in Bohemia.
EMILIA, a Lady, - Two other Ladies, } attending the Queen. MopsA, }
shepherdesses. DoRCAs, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Satyrs for a Dance;
Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c. SCENE, sometimes in Sicilia,
sometimes in Bohemia.
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When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, To let' him there
a month, behind the gest" Prefixed for his parting; yet, good deed,” Leontes, I love
thee not a jar o' the clock behind What lady she her lord.—You'll stay P Pol.
When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission, To let' him there
a month, behind the gest" Prefixed for his parting; yet, good deed,” Leontes, I love
thee not a jar o' the clock behind What lady she her lord.—You'll stay P Pol.
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O, my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us; for In
those unfledged days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not crossed
the eyes Of my young play-fellow. '67°. Grace to boot!” Of this make no
conclusion ...
O, my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us; for In
those unfledged days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not crossed
the eyes Of my young play-fellow. '67°. Grace to boot!” Of this make no
conclusion ...
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O miserable lady—But, for me, What case stand I in P I must be the poisoner Of
good Polixenes: and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master; one, Who, in
rebellion with himself, will have All that are his, so too.—To do this deed, ...
O miserable lady—But, for me, What case stand I in P I must be the poisoner Of
good Polixenes: and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master; one, Who, in
rebellion with himself, will have All that are his, so too.—To do this deed, ...
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Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so
troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your
playfellow f . Mam. No, I'll none of you. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord P Mam. You'll
kiss ...
Enter HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, and Ladies. Her. Take the boy to you: he so
troubles me, 'Tis past enduring. 1 Lady. Come, my gracious lord, Shall I be your
playfellow f . Mam. No, I'll none of you. 1 Lady. Why, my sweet lord P Mam. You'll
kiss ...
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THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTRATED: EMBRACING A LIFE OF ... Vista completa - 1851 |
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Página 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a 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 319 - 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?
Página 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, 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 marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 65 - 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 Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Página 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.