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Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of
which vain dew, Perchance, shall dry your pities: but I have That honorable grief
lodged here, which burns Worse than tears drown. 'Beseech you all, my lords, ...
Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of
which vain dew, Perchance, shall dry your pities: but I have That honorable grief
lodged here, which burns Worse than tears drown. 'Beseech you all, my lords, ...
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This sessions (to our great grief, we pronounce) Even pushes 'gainst our heart.
The party tried, The daughter of a king; our wife; and one Of us too much beloved.
—Let us be cleared Of being tyrannous, since we so openly Proceed in justice; ...
This sessions (to our great grief, we pronounce) Even pushes 'gainst our heart.
The party tried, The daughter of a king; our wife; and one Of us too much beloved.
—Let us be cleared Of being tyrannous, since we so openly Proceed in justice; ...
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For life, I prize it As I weigh grief, which I would spare ; for honor, 'Tis a derivative
from me to mine, And only that I stand for. I appeal To your own conscience, sir,
before Polixenes Came to your court, how I was in your grace, How merited to be
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For life, I prize it As I weigh grief, which I would spare ; for honor, 'Tis a derivative
from me to mine, And only that I stand for. I appeal To your own conscience, sir,
before Polixenes Came to your court, how I was in your grace, How merited to be
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What's gone and what's past help, Should be past grief. Do not receive affliction
At my petition, I beseech you ; rather Let me be punished, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege, Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish ...
What's gone and what's past help, Should be past grief. Do not receive affliction
At my petition, I beseech you ; rather Let me be punished, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege, Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish ...
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Leontes leaving The effects of his fond jealousies; so grieving, That he shuts up
himself; imagine me, Gentle spectators, that I now may be In fair Bohemia; and
remember well, I mentioned a son o'the king's, which Florizel I now name to you;
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Leontes leaving The effects of his fond jealousies; so grieving, That he shuts up
himself; imagine me, Gentle spectators, that I now may be In fair Bohemia; and
remember well, I mentioned a son o'the king's, which Florizel I now name to you;
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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.