The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Svazek 5T. Tegg, 1813 |
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... us : for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Grace to boot ! 1 Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say SCENE II . 11 WINTER'S TALE .
... us : for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Grace to boot ! 1 Of this make no conclusion ; lest you say SCENE II . 11 WINTER'S TALE .
Strana 14
... eye : Sweet villain ! Most dear'st ! my collop ! -Can thy dam ? -may't be ? Affection ! thy intention stabs the center : Thou dost make possible , things not so - held , Communicat'st with dreams ;-( How can this be ? ) → With what's ...
... eye : Sweet villain ! Most dear'st ! my collop ! -Can thy dam ? -may't be ? Affection ! thy intention stabs the center : Thou dost make possible , things not so - held , Communicat'st with dreams ;-( How can this be ? ) → With what's ...
Strana 18
... own visage : if I then deny it , ' Tis none of mine . Leon . Have not you seen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt : you have ; or your eye - glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ; ) or heard 18 ACT Í . WINTER'S TALE .
... own visage : if I then deny it , ' Tis none of mine . Leon . Have not you seen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt : you have ; or your eye - glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ; ) or heard 18 ACT Í . WINTER'S TALE .
Strana 19
... eyes , nor ears , nor thought , ) then say , My wife's a hobbyhorse ; deserves a name As rank as any flax - wench , that puts to Before her troth - plight : say it , and justify it . Cam . I would not be a stander - by , to hear My ...
... eyes , nor ears , nor thought , ) then say , My wife's a hobbyhorse ; deserves a name As rank as any flax - wench , that puts to Before her troth - plight : say it , and justify it . Cam . I would not be a stander - by , to hear My ...
Strana 20
... eyes at once see good and evil , Inclining to them both : Were my wife's liver Infected as her life , she would not live The running of one glass . Cam . Who does infect her ? Leon . Why he , that wears her like her medal , hanging ...
... eyes at once see good and evil , Inclining to them both : Were my wife's liver Infected as her life , she would not live The running of one glass . Cam . Who does infect her ? Leon . Why he , that wears her like her medal , hanging ...
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Angiers Antigonus arms Arth Arthur AUTOLYCUS Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath Camillo child CLEOMENES Const curse daughter Dauphin dead death deed Doct dost doth Duncan England Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France Gent gentleman give grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hubert JAMES GURNEY JOHNSON King John Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes Line look lord Macb Macd Macduff majesty MELUN murder never night noble o'er Pand PANDULPH Paul Paulina peace Perdita play poison'd Polixenes pr'ythee pray prince queen Rosse SCENE II.-The Shakspeare shalt shame Shep Sicilia SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought tongue WARBURTON wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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Strana 139 - This guest of summer. The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath, Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, buttress, Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made His pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Is delicate.
Strana 132 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs. Against the use of nature...
Strana 147 - One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other ; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us.
Strana 195 - The thane of Fife had a wife ; where is she now ? — What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? — No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that : you mar all with this starting.
Strana 266 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not. stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Strana 145 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
Strana 140 - 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.
Strana 199 - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
Strana 135 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Strana 141 - 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 ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.