The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, part 1Phillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 pages |
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... , by Edward VI . , it was the custom for the priest to throw earth on the body in the form of a cross , and then sprinkle it with holy water . More straining on , for plucking back ; not following SC . II . ] WINTER'S TALE .
... , by Edward VI . , it was the custom for the priest to throw earth on the body in the form of a cross , and then sprinkle it with holy water . More straining on , for plucking back ; not following SC . II . ] WINTER'S TALE .
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... earth together , And mar the seeds within ! -Lift up thy looks : - From my succession wipe me , father ! I Am heir to my affection . Cam . Be advised . 1 Flo . I am ; and by my fancy : if my reason Will thereto be obedient , I have ...
... earth together , And mar the seeds within ! -Lift up thy looks : - From my succession wipe me , father ! I Am heir to my affection . Cam . Be advised . 1 Flo . I am ; and by my fancy : if my reason Will thereto be obedient , I have ...
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... earth , I think , That e'er the sun shone bright on . Paul . 1 . O Hermione , As every present time doth boast itself Above a better , gone ; so must thy grave Give way to what's seen now . Sir , you yourself Have said , and writ so , 2 ...
... earth , I think , That e'er the sun shone bright on . Paul . 1 . O Hermione , As every present time doth boast itself Above a better , gone ; so must thy grave Give way to what's seen now . Sir , you yourself Have said , and writ so , 2 ...
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... earth Might thus have stood , begetting wonder , as You , gracious couple , do ! And then I lost ( All mine own folly ) the society , Amity too , of your brave father ; whom , Though bearing misery , I desire my life Once more to look ...
... earth Might thus have stood , begetting wonder , as You , gracious couple , do ! And then I lost ( All mine own folly ) the society , Amity too , of your brave father ; whom , Though bearing misery , I desire my life Once more to look ...
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... earth . And hath he too Exposed this paragon to the fearful usage ( At least , ungentle ) of the dreadful Neptune , To greet a man not worth her pains ; much less The adventure of her person ? Flo . She came from Libya . Leon . Good my ...
... earth . And hath he too Exposed this paragon to the fearful usage ( At least , ungentle ) of the dreadful Neptune , To greet a man not worth her pains ; much less The adventure of her person ? Flo . She came from Libya . Leon . Good my ...
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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.