The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King JohnEstes and Lauriat, 1883 - English drama |
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... the more they were together the more they could not bear to be asunder , for there was no thought between them but of honour and truth ; and when at last ne told how he loved her , and asked if 10 THE WINTER'S TALE .
... the more they were together the more they could not bear to be asunder , for there was no thought between them but of honour and truth ; and when at last ne told how he loved her , and asked if 10 THE WINTER'S TALE .
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... bear injury might well be equally strong to remember it . And she knows full well that in so delicate an instrument as married life if one string be out of tune , the whole is ajar , and will yield no music for her , therefore , all ...
... bear injury might well be equally strong to remember it . And she knows full well that in so delicate an instrument as married life if one string be out of tune , the whole is ajar , and will yield no music for her , therefore , all ...
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... in Cymbeline , Act iv . sc . 2 : " Great griefs , I see , medicine the less . " - Subject here bears the sense of subjects , the singular for the plural . H. SCENE II . The same . A Room of State 20 ACT J. THE WINTER'S TALE .
... in Cymbeline , Act iv . sc . 2 : " Great griefs , I see , medicine the less . " - Subject here bears the sense of subjects , the singular for the plural . H. SCENE II . The same . A Room of State 20 ACT J. THE WINTER'S TALE .
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... bears not one , Let villainy itself forswear't . I must Forsake the court : to do't , or no , is certain To me a break - neck . Happy star reign now ! Here comes Bohemia . Pol . Enter POLIXENES . This is strange ! methinks , My favour ...
... bears not one , Let villainy itself forswear't . I must Forsake the court : to do't , or no , is certain To me a break - neck . Happy star reign now ! Here comes Bohemia . Pol . Enter POLIXENES . This is strange ! methinks , My favour ...
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... bear it . Cam . Sir , I will tell you , Since I am charg'd in honour , and by him That I think honourable : therefore , mark my counsel , Which must be even as swiftly follow'd , as I mean to utter it , or both yourself and me 66 Cry ...
... bear it . Cam . Sir , I will tell you , Since I am charg'd in honour , and by him That I think honourable : therefore , mark my counsel , Which must be even as swiftly follow'd , as I mean to utter it , or both yourself and me 66 Cry ...
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Page 284 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 236 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Page 240 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 256 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Page 87 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, 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 400 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb : I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I '11 forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 243 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
Page 258 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da 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 90 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 393 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.