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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... head ! Farewell . - My lord , ' Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best That shall attend his love . Count . Heaven bless him ! -Farewell , Bertram . [ Exit . Ber . [ To HEL . ] The best ...
... head ! Farewell . - My lord , ' Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best That shall attend his love . Count . Heaven bless him ! -Farewell , Bertram . [ Exit . Ber . [ To HEL . ] The best ...
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... heads are both one ; they may joll horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouthed and calum- nious knave ? Clo . A prophet I , madam ; and I speak the truth the next way . For I the ballad will ...
... heads are both one ; they may joll horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouthed and calum- nious knave ? Clo . A prophet I , madam ; and I speak the truth the next way . For I the ballad will ...
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... head . ' Now to all sense ' tis gross , You love my son ; invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion , To say , thou dost not : therefore tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis so : -for , look , thy cheeks Confess ...
... head . ' Now to all sense ' tis gross , You love my son ; invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion , To say , thou dost not : therefore tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis so : -for , look , thy cheeks Confess ...
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... head : Why , he's able to lead her a coranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think so . King . Go , call before me all the lords in court.- [ Exit an Attendant . Sit , my preserver , by thy patient's ...
... head : Why , he's able to lead her a coranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think so . King . Go , call before me all the lords in court.- [ Exit an Attendant . Sit , my preserver , by thy patient's ...
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... head , By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire . Re - enter Clown . BERTRAM . Clo . O madam , yonder is heavy news within , between two soldiers and my young lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay ...
... head , By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire . Re - enter Clown . BERTRAM . Clo . O madam , yonder is heavy news within , between two soldiers and my young lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay ...
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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.