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... [ Aside . Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE . How she holds up the neb , the bill to him ! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband ! Gone already ; Inch - thick , knee - deep ; o'er head SCENE II . 15 WINTER'S TALE .
... [ Aside . Observing POLIXENES and HERMIONE . How she holds up the neb , the bill to him ! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing husband ! Gone already ; Inch - thick , knee - deep ; o'er head SCENE II . 15 WINTER'S TALE .
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... holds his wife by th ' arm , That little thinks she has been sluic'd in's absence , And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour , by Sir Smile , his neighbour : nay , there's comfort in't , Whiles other men have gates ; and those gates ...
... holds his wife by th ' arm , That little thinks she has been sluic'd in's absence , And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour , by Sir Smile , his neighbour : nay , there's comfort in't , Whiles other men have gates ; and those gates ...
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William Shakespeare. Cam . You had much ado to make his anchor hold : When you cast out , it still came home . Leon . Didst note it ! Cam . He would not stay at your petitions ; made His business more material . Leon . Didst perceive it ...
William Shakespeare. Cam . You had much ado to make his anchor hold : When you cast out , it still came home . Leon . Didst note it ! Cam . He would not stay at your petitions ; made His business more material . Leon . Didst perceive it ...
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... Hold your peaces . 1 Lord . Good my lord , Ant . It is for you we speak , not for ourselves : You are abus'd , and by some putter - on , That will be damn'd for't ; ' would I knew the villain , I would land - damn him : Be she honour ...
... Hold your peaces . 1 Lord . Good my lord , Ant . It is for you we speak , not for ourselves : You are abus'd , and by some putter - on , That will be damn'd for't ; ' would I knew the villain , I would land - damn him : Be she honour ...
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... hold together : On her frights , and griefs , ( Which never tender lady hath borne greater , ) She is , something before her time , deliver'd . Paul . A boy ? Emil . A daughter ; and a goodly babe , Lusty , and like to live : the queen ...
... hold together : On her frights , and griefs , ( Which never tender lady hath borne greater , ) She is , something before her time , deliver'd . Paul . A boy ? Emil . A daughter ; and a goodly babe , Lusty , and like to live : the queen ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volume 5 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1850 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.