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And therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-
thank-you, many thousands more That go before it. Leon. Stay your thanks
awhile ; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am questioned
by my ...
And therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-
thank-you, many thousands more That go before it. Leon. Stay your thanks
awhile ; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am questioned
by my ...
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So stands this squire Officed with me. We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to
your graver steps.-Hermione, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome ;
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap. Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's ...
So stands this squire Officed with me. We two will walk, my lord, And leave you to
your graver steps.-Hermione, How thou lov'st us, show in our brother's welcome ;
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap. Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's ...
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O miserable lady—But, for me, What case stand I in P I must be the poisoner Of
good Polixenes: and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master; one, Who, in
rebellion with himself, will have All that are his, so too.—To do this deed, ...
O miserable lady—But, for me, What case stand I in P I must be the poisoner Of
good Polixenes: and my ground to do't Is the obedience to a master; one, Who, in
rebellion with himself, will have All that are his, so too.—To do this deed, ...
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As, or by oath, remove, or counsel, shake The fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Is piled upon his faith," and will continue The standing of his body. Pol. How
should this grow P Cam. I know not ; but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Avoid what's
grown, ...
As, or by oath, remove, or counsel, shake The fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Is piled upon his faith," and will continue The standing of his body. Pol. How
should this grow P Cam. I know not ; but, I am sure, 'tis safer to Avoid what's
grown, ...
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Reep. I do believe it. Paul. Do not you fear; upon Mine honor, I will stand 'twixt
you and danger. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter
LEoNTEs, ANTIGONUs, Lords, and other Attendants. Leon. Nor night, nor day, no
rest.
Reep. I do believe it. Paul. Do not you fear; upon Mine honor, I will stand 'twixt
you and danger. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter
LEoNTEs, ANTIGONUs, Lords, and other Attendants. Leon. Nor night, nor day, no
rest.
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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.