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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... eyes wet , but her own , the impression made by her stout - hearted forti tude is of one whose pure , tranquil , innocent breast is the home of sorrows too big for any eye - messengers to 16 THE WINTER'S TALE .
... eyes wet , but her own , the impression made by her stout - hearted forti tude is of one whose pure , tranquil , innocent breast is the home of sorrows too big for any eye - messengers to 16 THE WINTER'S TALE .
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson. of sorrows too big for any eye - messengers to report ; a pace where none but majestic pains may dwell ; and that she has " that hon- ourable grief lodged there , which burns worse than tears ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson. of sorrows too big for any eye - messengers to report ; a pace where none but majestic pains may dwell ; and that she has " that hon- ourable grief lodged there , which burns worse than tears ...
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... eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Grace to boot ! Of this make no conclusion , lest you say Your queen and I are devils : Yet , go on ; The offences we have made you do , we'll answer ; If you first sinn'd with us , and that with ...
... eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Grace to boot ! Of this make no conclusion , lest you say Your queen and I are devils : Yet , go on ; The offences we have made you do , we'll answer ; If you first sinn'd with us , and that with ...
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... eye : Sweet villain ! Most dear'st ! my collop ! 16 - Can thy dam ? -may't be ? 15 Affection , thy intention stabs the centre ! " 7 Thou dost make possible , things not so held ; Communicat'st with dreams ;-( how can this be ? ) -- With ...
... eye : Sweet villain ! Most dear'st ! my collop ! 16 - Can thy dam ? -may't be ? 15 Affection , thy intention stabs the centre ! " 7 Thou dost make possible , things not so held ; Communicat'st with dreams ;-( how can this be ? ) -- With ...
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... Leon . Have not you seen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt ; you have , or your eye - glass 28 To hox is to hamstring : the proper word is to hough . Is thicker than a cuckold's horn , ) or heard 34 ACT L THE WINTER'S TALE .
... Leon . Have not you seen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt ; you have , or your eye - glass 28 To hox is to hamstring : the proper word is to hough . Is thicker than a cuckold's horn , ) or heard 34 ACT L THE WINTER'S TALE .
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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.