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Leon. Stay your thanks awhile ; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-
morrow. I am questioned by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our
absence: that" may blow No sneaping * winds at home, to make us say, This is
put ...
Leon. Stay your thanks awhile ; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-
morrow. I am questioned by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our
absence: that" may blow No sneaping * winds at home, to make us say, This is
put ...
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Leon. Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell he longs to see his son, were strong: But
let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay;
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.Yet of your royal presence [To Pol.
Leon. Well said, Hermione. Her. To tell he longs to see his son, were strong: But
let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay;
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.Yet of your royal presence [To Pol.
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Leon. At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To
better purpose. Her. Never ? Leon. Never, but once. Her. What? have. 1 i. e.
setting aside the original sin, bating the imposition from the offence of our first
parents, ...
Leon. At my request he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To
better purpose. Her. Never ? Leon. Never, but once. Her. What? have. 1 i. e.
setting aside the original sin, bating the imposition from the offence of our first
parents, ...
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Never ? Leon. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well ? When was't
before ? I pr'ythee, tell me. Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame
things; one good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon
that.
Never ? Leon. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well ? When was't
before ? I pr'ythee, tell me. Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame
things; one good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon
that.
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As now they are ; and making practised smiles, As in a looking-glass;–and then
to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer : " O, that is entertainment My bosom likes
not, nor my brows.—Mamillius, Art thou my boy P Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon.
As now they are ; and making practised smiles, As in a looking-glass;–and then
to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer : " O, that is entertainment My bosom likes
not, nor my brows.—Mamillius, Art thou my boy P Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon.
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THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTRATED: EMBRACING A LIFE OF ... Visualização integral - 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.