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... Bohemia in that year ; whilst the allusion to Austria as a power per se would drive the period of action still further back amongst the dukes and margraves of the twelfth and thirteenth centuries . It is our opinion , however , that in ...
... Bohemia in that year ; whilst the allusion to Austria as a power per se would drive the period of action still further back amongst the dukes and margraves of the twelfth and thirteenth centuries . It is our opinion , however , that in ...
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... Bohemia has no seaboard ; we do not wish to have the island of Sycorax defined on the map ; we do not require that our forest of Arden should be the Arduenna Sylva of Cæsar and Tacitus , and that its rocks should be " clay - slate ...
... Bohemia has no seaboard ; we do not wish to have the island of Sycorax defined on the map ; we do not require that our forest of Arden should be the Arduenna Sylva of Cæsar and Tacitus , and that its rocks should be " clay - slate ...
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... Bohemia ) there was a law , that what man soever committed adultery should lose his head , and the woman offender should wear some disguised apparel during her life , to make her infamously noted . This severe law , by the favour of ...
... Bohemia ) there was a law , that what man soever committed adultery should lose his head , and the woman offender should wear some disguised apparel during her life , to make her infamously noted . This severe law , by the favour of ...
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... Bohemian born ; but here nursed up and bred : one that is a prisoner nine years old.b Duke . How came it , that the absent duke had not either delivered him to his liberty , or exe- cuted him ? I have heard it was ever his manner to do ...
... Bohemian born ; but here nursed up and bred : one that is a prisoner nine years old.b Duke . How came it , that the absent duke had not either delivered him to his liberty , or exe- cuted him ? I have heard it was ever his manner to do ...
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... Bohemia , his friend that came to see him ; and how he contrived his death , and would have had his cupbearer to have poisoned him , who gave the King of Bohemia warning thereof , and fled with him to Bohemia . " Remember , also , how ...
... Bohemia , his friend that came to see him ; and how he contrived his death , and would have had his cupbearer to have poisoned him , who gave the King of Bohemia warning thereof , and fled with him to Bohemia . " Remember , also , how ...
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Adam Spencer Angelo Ariel Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bohemia brother Caliban Camillo Claud Claudio Clown comedy Count daughter death Dogb dost doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair father folio fool forest of Arden friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hero hither honour ILLUSTRATIONS OF ACT Illyria Isab king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master Measure for Measure mistress never night original Orlando passage Pedro play Pompey poor pray prince prithee Prospero Prov queen reading Rosalind SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY speak spirit Steevens swear sweet Sycorax Tale of Gamelyn tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue Twelfth Night Winter's Tale word youth
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Página 412 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty ; — Seb.
Página 317 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Página 363 - Say, there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, over 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 405 - t ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Página 205 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Página 220 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Página 435 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets* that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Página 435 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the...
Página 435 - Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art : But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I '11 break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I '11 drown my book.
Página 153 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.