Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1Phillips and Samson, 1848 |
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... better purpose . 1 i . e . setting aside the original sin , bating the imposition from the offence of our first parents , we might have boldly protested our innocence . 2 " Grace to boot ; " an exclamation equivalent to give us grace ...
... better purpose . 1 i . e . setting aside the original sin , bating the imposition from the offence of our first parents , we might have boldly protested our innocence . 2 " Grace to boot ; " an exclamation equivalent to give us grace ...
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... better By my regard , but killed none so . Camillo , - As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienced , which no less adorns Our gentry , than our parents ' noble names , In whose success we are gentle , ' - I ...
... better By my regard , but killed none so . Camillo , - As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienced , which no less adorns Our gentry , than our parents ' noble names , In whose success we are gentle , ' - I ...
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... better . 2 Lady . And why so , my lord ? Not for because Mam . Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become some women best ; so that there be not Too much hair there , but in a semicircle , Or half - moon made with a ...
... better . 2 Lady . And why so , my lord ? Not for because Mam . Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become some women best ; so that there be not Too much hair there , but in a semicircle , Or half - moon made with a ...
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... better grace . - Adieu , my lord ; I never wished to see you sorry ; now , I trust , I shall . — My women , come ; you have leave . Leon . Go , do our bidding ; hence . [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . 1 Lord . ' Beseech your highness , call ...
... better grace . - Adieu , my lord ; I never wished to see you sorry ; now , I trust , I shall . — My women , come ; you have leave . Leon . Go , do our bidding ; hence . [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . 1 Lord . ' Beseech your highness , call ...
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... better guiding spirit ! -What need 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 . [ Exit . Leon . Thou , traitor , hast set on thy wife to ...
... better guiding spirit ! -What need 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 . [ Exit . Leon . Thou , traitor , hast set on thy wife to ...
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death deed dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Henry Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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Strona 381 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Strona 443 - 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.
Strona 253 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strona 195 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me, I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn As you have done to this ! Macb.
Strona 550 - 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.