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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... dead , excessive grief the enemy to the living Count . If the living be enemy to the grief , the excess makes it soon mortal . [ 2 ] By virtuous qualities are meant qualities of good breeding and erudition ; ON this account it is , she ...
... dead , excessive grief the enemy to the living Count . If the living be enemy to the grief , the excess makes it soon mortal . [ 2 ] By virtuous qualities are meant qualities of good breeding and erudition ; ON this account it is , she ...
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... dead , you should be such a one As you are now , for you are cold and stern ; And now you should be as your mother was , When your sweet self was got . Dia . She then was honest . ' Ber . So should you be . Dia . No : My mother did but ...
... dead , you should be such a one As you are now , for you are cold and stern ; And now you should be as your mother was , When your sweet self was got . Dia . She then was honest . ' Ber . So should you be . Dia . No : My mother did but ...
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... so in the end.— 1 My mother told me just how he would woo , As if she sat in's heart ; she says , all men Have the like oaths : he had sworn to marry me , When his wife's dead ; therefore I'll lie with him 62 ACT IV ALL'S WELL.
... so in the end.— 1 My mother told me just how he would woo , As if she sat in's heart ; she says , all men Have the like oaths : he had sworn to marry me , When his wife's dead ; therefore I'll lie with him 62 ACT IV ALL'S WELL.
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... dead , and I am the grave of it . 2 Lord . He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence , of a most chaste renown ; and this night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour : he hath given her his monumental ring , and ...
... dead , and I am the grave of it . 2 Lord . He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence , of a most chaste renown ; and this night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour : he hath given her his monumental ring , and ...
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... dead : the army breaking , My husband hies him home ; where , heaven aiding , And by the leave of my good lord the king , We'll be , before our welcome . Wid . Gentle madam , You never had a servant , to whose trust Your business was ...
... dead : the army breaking , My husband hies him home ; where , heaven aiding , And by the leave of my good lord the king , We'll be , before our welcome . Wid . Gentle madam , You never had a servant , to whose trust Your business was ...
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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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.