The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King JohnEstes and Lauriat, 1883 |
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... tell how he had tried to compass the death of Egistus . While he was telling this , word came that the young prince was suddenly dead ; at the hearing of which the queen fell down , and could never be revived : the king also sunk down ...
... tell how he had tried to compass the death of Egistus . While he was telling this , word came that the young prince was suddenly dead ; at the hearing of which the queen fell down , and could never be revived : the king also sunk down ...
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... telling her how he had found it , and after that went to his sheep with a merry note . The shepherd's name was Porrus , his wife's Mopsa ; the precious foundling they named Fawnia ; and , being themselves childless , they bred her up ...
... telling her how he had found it , and after that went to his sheep with a merry note . The shepherd's name was Porrus , his wife's Mopsa ; the precious foundling they named Fawnia ; and , being themselves childless , they bred her up ...
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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.2 Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell he longs to see his son , were strong But let ...
... 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.2 Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell he longs to see his son , were strong But let ...
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... tell me : Cram's with praise , and make's As fat as tame things : One good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that . Our praises are our wages : you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs , ere With ...
... tell me : Cram's with praise , and make's As fat as tame things : One good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that . Our praises are our wages : you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs , ere With ...
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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 66 Cry lost , " and so good - night ...
... 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 66 Cry lost , " and so good - night ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antipholus Arth Arthur AUTOLYCUS Banquo Bast bastard bear blood Bohemia breath Camillo castle Cawdor Cleomenes Comedy of Errors death deed dost doth Dromio Duke England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France Gent give grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband i'the King John Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff master means Measure for Measure mind mistress murder nature never night noble o'the Pandosto PANDULPH Paul Paulina peace Phil play Poet Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakespeare shame Shep Sicilia soul speak speech spirit sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thought thyself tongue truth unto villain Weird Sisters wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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Página 284 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Página 236 - 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...
Página 240 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, 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.
Página 256 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Página 87 - 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 Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 400 - 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 '11 forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Página 243 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
Página 258 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da 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 90 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Página 393 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.