The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, part 1 |
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It is this vehemence of mind which affects Leontes , by making him conjure up unreal causes of disquiet ; and thus , in the Poet's language , “ stabs him to the centre . " 3 Credent , credible . 4 i . e . an immature pea - pod .
It is this vehemence of mind which affects Leontes , by making him conjure up unreal causes of disquiet ; and thus , in the Poet's language , “ stabs him to the centre . " 3 Credent , credible . 4 i . e . an immature pea - pod .
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Though I am satisfied , and need no more Than what I know , yet shall the oracle Give rest to the minds of others ; such as he , Whose ignorant credulity will not Come up to the truth . So have we thought it good , From our free person ...
Though I am satisfied , and need no more Than what I know , yet shall the oracle Give rest to the minds of others ; such as he , Whose ignorant credulity will not Come up to the truth . So have we thought it good , From our free person ...
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... thou , good goddess nature , which hast made it So like to him that got it , if thou hast The ordering of the mind too , ' mongst all colors No yellow 2 in't ; lest she suspect , as he does , Her children not her husband's ! Leon .
... thou , good goddess nature , which hast made it So like to him that got it , if thou hast The ordering of the mind too , ' mongst all colors No yellow 2 in't ; lest she suspect , as he does , Her children not her husband's ! Leon .
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... being transported by my jealousies To bloody thoughts and to revenge , I chose Camillo for the minister , to poison My friend Polixenes ; which had been done , But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command , though I ...
... being transported by my jealousies To bloody thoughts and to revenge , I chose Camillo for the minister , to poison My friend Polixenes ; which had been done , But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command , though I ...
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... which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of gambols , because they are not in't ' ; but they themselves are o ' the mind ( if it be not too rough for some , that know little but bowling ) it will please plentifully . Shep .
... which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of gambols , because they are not in't ' ; but they themselves are o ' the mind ( if it be not too rough for some , that know little but bowling ) it will please plentifully . Shep .
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Page 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 319 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Page 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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.
Page 445 - 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.
Page 552 - 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.