The Winter's TaleG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1893 - 197 páginas |
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Página 7
... coldly . Tell him , you are sure All in Bohemia ' s well ; this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd say this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leon . Well said , Hermione , Her . To tell , he longs to see his Act 1. Scene 2 . 7.
... coldly . Tell him , you are sure All in Bohemia ' s well ; this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd say this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leon . Well said , Hermione , Her . To tell , he longs to see his Act 1. Scene 2 . 7.
Página 18
... Gone already ! Inch - thick , knee - deep , o'er head and ears a fork'd one ! Go , play , boy , play : thy mother plays , and I Play too ; but so disgraced a part , whose issue Will hiss me to my grave : contempt and clamour Will be my ...
... Gone already ! Inch - thick , knee - deep , o'er head and ears a fork'd one ! Go , play , boy , play : thy mother plays , and I Play too ; but so disgraced a part , whose issue Will hiss me to my grave : contempt and clamour Will be my ...
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... gone , When I shall gust it last . - How came ' t , Camillo , That he did stay ? Cam . At the good queen's entreaty . Leon . At the queen's be ' t : ' good ' should be pertinent ; But , so it is , it is not . Was this taken By any ...
... gone , When I shall gust it last . - How came ' t , Camillo , That he did stay ? Cam . At the good queen's entreaty . Leon . At the queen's be ' t : ' good ' should be pertinent ; But , so it is , it is not . Was this taken By any ...
Página 55
... gone , Given to the fire , a moiety of my rest Might come to me again . First 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 ...
... gone , Given to the fire , a moiety of my rest Might come to me again . First 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 ...
Página 63
... gone . Look to your babe , my lord ; ' tis yours : Jove send her A better guiding spirit ! What needs these hands ? You , that are thus so tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , so farewell ; we are gone ...
... gone . Look to your babe , my lord ; ' tis yours : Jove send her A better guiding spirit ! What needs these hands ? You , that are thus so tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , so farewell ; we are gone ...
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
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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.