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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... Leave me solely ; 2 - go , See how he fares . [ Exit Attend . ] - Fie , fie ! no thought of him ; - The very thought of my revenges that way Recoil upon me in himself too mighty ; And in his parties , his alliance , -let him be , Until ...
... Leave me solely ; 2 - go , See how he fares . [ Exit Attend . ] - Fie , fie ! no thought of him ; - The very thought of my revenges that way Recoil upon me in himself too mighty ; And in his parties , his alliance , -let him be , Until ...
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... leave yourself Hardly one subject . Leon . Once more , take her hence . Paul . A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more . Leon . Paul . I'll have thee burned . It is a heretic that makes the fire , I care not . Not she which ...
... leave yourself Hardly one subject . Leon . Once more , take her hence . Paul . A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more . Leon . Paul . I'll have thee burned . It is a heretic that makes the fire , I care not . Not she which ...
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... leave it , Without more mercy , to its own protection , And favor of the climate . As by strange fortune It came to us , I do in justice charge thee , - On thy soul's peril , and thy body's torture , - That thou commend it strangely to ...
... leave it , Without more mercy , to its own protection , And favor of the climate . As by strange fortune It came to us , I do in justice charge thee , - On thy soul's peril , and thy body's torture , - That thou commend it strangely to ...
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... leave it crying ; and , for the babe Is counted lost forever , Perdita , I pr'ythee call't ; for this ungentle business , Put on thee by my lord , thou ne'er shalt see Thy wife Paulina more : and so , with shrieks , She melted into air ...
... leave it crying ; and , for the babe Is counted lost forever , Perdita , I pr'ythee call't ; for this ungentle business , Put on thee by my lord , thou ne'er shalt see Thy wife Paulina more : and so , with shrieks , She melted into air ...
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... leave the growth untried Of that wide gap ; since it is in my power To o'erthrow law , and in one self - born hour To plant and o'erwhelm custom . Let me pass The same I am , ere ancient'st order was , Or what is now received . I ...
... leave the growth untried Of that wide gap ; since it is in my power To o'erthrow law , and in one self - born hour To plant and o'erwhelm custom . Let me pass The same I am , ere ancient'st order was , Or what is now received . I ...
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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.