The Winter's TaleG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1893 - 197 páginas |
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Página 55
... Serv . Who's there ! Leon . How does the boy ? First Serv . My lord ? He took good rest to - night ; ' Tis hoped his sickness is discharged . Leon . To see his nobleness ! Conceiving the dishonour of his mother , Hestraight declined ...
... Serv . Who's there ! Leon . How does the boy ? First Serv . My lord ? He took good rest to - night ; ' Tis hoped his sickness is discharged . Leon . To see his nobleness ! Conceiving the dishonour of his mother , Hestraight declined ...
Página 56
... Serv . Madam , he hath not slept to- night ; commanded None should come at him . Paul . Not so hot , good sir : I come to bring him sleep . " Tis such as you , That creep like shadows by him , and do sigh At each his needless heavings ...
... Serv . Madam , he hath not slept to- night ; commanded None should come at him . Paul . Not so hot , good sir : I come to bring him sleep . " Tis such as you , That creep like shadows by him , and do sigh At each his needless heavings ...
Página 68
... Serv . Please your highness , posts From those you sent to the oracle are come An hour since : Cleomenes and Dion , Being well arrived from Delphos , are both landed , Hasting to the court . So please you , sir , their Twenty three days ...
... Serv . Please your highness , posts From those you sent to the oracle are come An hour since : Cleomenes and Dion , Being well arrived from Delphos , are both landed , Hasting to the court . So please you , sir , their Twenty three days ...
Página 80
... Serv . My lord the king , the king ! Leon . What is the business ? Serv . O sir , I shall be hated to report it ! The prince your son , with mere conceit and fear Of the queen's speed , is gone . Leon . Serv . How ! gone ! Is dead ...
... Serv . My lord the king , the king ! Leon . What is the business ? Serv . O sir , I shall be hated to report it ! The prince your son , with mere conceit and fear Of the queen's speed , is gone . Leon . Serv . How ! gone ! Is dead ...
Página 120
... Serv . O master , if you did but hear the pedlar at the door , you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe ; no , the bag- pipe could not move you : he sings several tunes faster than you'll tell money ; he utters them as he had ...
... Serv . O master , if you did but hear the pedlar at the door , you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe ; no , the bag- pipe could not move you : he sings several tunes faster than you'll tell money ; he utters them as he had ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antigonus Apollo ARCHIDAMUS AUTOLYCUS babe ballad bastard bear behold beseech blessed blest blood Bohemia brother Camillo changeling child Cleo Cleomenes and Dion Clown court dare daughter dead dear death deed Delphos dost dram Emilia Enter LEONTES exeunt exit eyes fardel father fear Florizel gentle gentleman give gone grace gracious hath hear heart heavens hence Hermione honest honour I'ld king king of Bohemia kiss lady Leon Libya liege live look lord madam maids MAMILLIUS Methinks mistress Mopsa never noble o'er oracle Paul Paulina Perdita pity placket Polixenes poor pray prince prison prithee queen Re-enter royal SCENE Servant Shep shepherd Sicilia sing sorrow speak stand stay swear sweet sir sworn tell thee there's thine thing Third Gent thou art thou hast thought thy hand true twixt whither wife Winter's Tale
Passagens conhecidas
Página 119 - 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...
Página 118 - I 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 Phoebus in his strength...
Página 80 - 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 116 - Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, — the fairest flowers o...
Página 109 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Página 119 - 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 92 - 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 116 - 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 118 - 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 Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er ! Flo.
Página 138 - That makes himself, but for our honour therein, Unworthy thee, — if ever henceforth thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to 't.