The Vale Shakespeare, Volume 8Hacon & Ricketts, 1901 |
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... royal necessities made separation of their society , their encounters , though not personal , have been royally attor- neyed with interchange of gifts , letters , loving embassies ; that they have seemed to be together , though absent ...
... royal necessities made separation of their society , their encounters , though not personal , have been royally attor- neyed with interchange of gifts , letters , loving embassies ; that they have seemed to be together , though absent ...
Página viii
... royal presence I'll adventure The borrow of a week . When at Bohemia You take my lord , I'll give him my commission To let him there a month behind the gest Prefix'd for's parting : -yet , good deed , Leontes , I love thee not a jar o ...
... royal presence I'll adventure The borrow of a week . When at Bohemia You take my lord , I'll give him my commission To let him there a month behind the gest Prefix'd for's parting : -yet , good deed , Leontes , I love thee not a jar o ...
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... royal husband ; The other for some while a friend . LEONTES . ( Aside . ) X Too hot , too hot ! To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods . I have tremor cordis on me : my heart dances ; But not for joy ; not joy . This entertainment ...
... royal husband ; The other for some while a friend . LEONTES . ( Aside . ) X Too hot , too hot ! To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods . I have tremor cordis on me : my heart dances ; But not for joy ; not joy . This entertainment ...
Página xviii
... POLIXENES . This is strange : methinks My favour here begins to warp . Not speak ? - Good day , Camillo . CAMILLO . POLIXENES . Hail , most royal sir ! What is the news i'the court ? CAMILLO . POLIXENES . None rare , my lord . xviii.
... POLIXENES . This is strange : methinks My favour here begins to warp . Not speak ? - Good day , Camillo . CAMILLO . POLIXENES . Hail , most royal sir ! What is the news i'the court ? CAMILLO . POLIXENES . None rare , my lord . xviii.
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... royal liege , He is not guilty of her coming hither . LEONTES . You're liars all . FIRST LORD . Beseech your highness , give us better credit : We have always truly serv'd you ; and beseech you So to esteem of us : And on our knees we ...
... royal liege , He is not guilty of her coming hither . LEONTES . You're liars all . FIRST LORD . Beseech your highness , give us better credit : We have always truly serv'd you ; and beseech you So to esteem of us : And on our knees we ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
ANTIGONUS Apollo ARCHIDAMUS AUTOLYCUS AUTOLYCUS.(Aside babe ballad bastard bear behold beseech better blest blood Bohemia brother CAMILLO child CLOWN comfort court dance dare daughter dead dear death Delphos do't DORCAS dram EMILIA Enter Leontes Exeunt Exit eyes fardel father fear feast FLORIZEL GAOLER gentleman born give gone grace gracious hath hear heart heavens hence HERMIONE honest honour I'ld innocent king king of Bohemia kiss lady Lest Libya liege liv'd look lord madam maids MAMILLIUS matter Methinks mistress MOPSA never noble o'er oath oracle PAULINA PERDITA pity placket POLIXENES poor posterns pray prince prithee queen Re-enter royal SCENE SERVANT shalt sheep-shearing SHEPHERD Sicilia sing sorrow speak stand stay swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing THIRD GENTLEMAN thou art thou hast thought thy hand true twere twixt wife WINTER'S TALE YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página xlviii - I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página xliii - Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blameless, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous tyrant, his innocent babe truly begotten ; and the king shall live •without an heir, if that, which is lost, be not found.
Página lix - 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 liii - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lyra chants, With heigh ! with heigh! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, 11 While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Página lxi - 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' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Página c - Start not: her actions shall be holy, as, You hear, my spell is lawful: do not shun her, Until you see her die again; for then You kill her double: Nay, present your hand: When she was young, you woo'd her; now, in age, Is she become the suitor. Leon. O, she's warm ! [Embracing her. If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating.
Página lx - twere well ; and only therefore Desire to breed by me. — Here 's flowers for you ; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed "with the sun, And with him rises weeping ; — these are flowers Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given To men of middle age.
Página lxi - A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Página lx - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phcebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Página xxv - s some ill planet reigns : I must be patient, till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.