The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. Winter's tale. MacbethCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... is't , count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some six months since , my lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ; Lend me an arm ; -the rest have worn me out With several ...
... is't , count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some six months since , my lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ; Lend me an arm ; -the rest have worn me out With several ...
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... is't so ? If it be so , you have wound a goodly clue ; If it be not , fors wear't : howe'er I charge thee , As heaven shall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good madam , pardon me ! Count . Do you love my son ? Hel ...
... is't so ? If it be so , you have wound a goodly clue ; If it be not , fors wear't : howe'er I charge thee , As heaven shall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good madam , pardon me ! Count . Do you love my son ? Hel ...
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... is't I That chase thee from thy country , and expose Those tender limbs of thine to the event Of the none - sparing war ? and is it I That drive thee from the sportive court , where thou Wast shot at with fair eyes , to be the mark Of ...
... is't I That chase thee from thy country , and expose Those tender limbs of thine to the event Of the none - sparing war ? and is it I That drive thee from the sportive court , where thou Wast shot at with fair eyes , to be the mark Of ...
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... Is't not a handsome gentleman ? Hel . I like him well . Dia . ' Tis pity , he is not honest : Yond's that same knave , That leads him to these places ; were I his lady , I'd poison that vile rascal . Hel . Which is he ? Dia .. That jack ...
... Is't not a handsome gentleman ? Hel . I like him well . Dia . ' Tis pity , he is not honest : Yond's that same knave , That leads him to these places ; were I his lady , I'd poison that vile rascal . Hel . Which is he ? Dia .. That jack ...
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... Is't but a drum ? A drum so lost !. There was an excellent command ! to charge in with our horse upon our own wings , and to rend our own soldiers . 2 Lord That was not to be blamed in the command of the service ; it was a disaster of ...
... Is't but a drum ? A drum so lost !. There was an excellent command ! to charge in with our horse upon our own wings , and to rend our own soldiers . 2 Lord That was not to be blamed in the command of the service ; it was a disaster of ...
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Antigonus Autolycus Banquo bear-baiting BERTRAM better blood Bohemia Camillo CLEOMENES Clown Count daughter death dost Duke Dunsinane Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool friends Gent gentleman give hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king knave lady Lady MACBETH LAFEU Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam Malcolm MALONE Malvolio marry means mistress never night noble Olivia Parolles Paul Paulina play Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Shakespeare Shep signifies Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH SIWARD soldier speak STEEVENS swear sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought WARBURTON weird sisters wife Winter's Tale Witch woman word
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Sida 285 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Sida 305 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Sida 286 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.
Sida 280 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Sida 290 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Sida 113 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Sida 223 - 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.
Sida 293 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
Sida 285 - Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Sida 336 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.