Winter's tale. Com. errors. Macbeth. K. JohnEstes and Lauriat, 1887 |
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... scene is densely crowded with incidents ; the action hurried , abrupt , almost spasmodic ; the style , suiting the matter , quick , sharp , severe , flashing off point after point in brief , sinewy strokes ; and all is rapidity and ...
... scene is densely crowded with incidents ; the action hurried , abrupt , almost spasmodic ; the style , suiting the matter , quick , sharp , severe , flashing off point after point in brief , sinewy strokes ; and all is rapidity and ...
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... scenes the Poet had for once specially endeavoured how much of silent effect he could produce , without deserting ... scene which unfolds the loves and characters of the prince and princess is not surpassed by any thing in Shakespeare ...
... scenes the Poet had for once specially endeavoured how much of silent effect he could produce , without deserting ... scene which unfolds the loves and characters of the prince and princess is not surpassed by any thing in Shakespeare ...
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... SCENE , sometimes in Sicilia ; sometimes in Bohemia THE WINTER'S TALE . ACT I. SCENE I. Sicilia . PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
... SCENE , sometimes in Sicilia ; sometimes in Bohemia THE WINTER'S TALE . ACT I. SCENE I. Sicilia . PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
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William Shakespeare. THE WINTER'S TALE . ACT I. SCENE I. Sicilia . An Antechamber in LEONTES ' Palace . Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS . Arch . Ir you shall chance , Camillo , to visit Bo- hemia , on the like occasion whereon my services ...
William Shakespeare. THE WINTER'S TALE . ACT I. SCENE I. Sicilia . An Antechamber in LEONTES ' Palace . Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS . Arch . Ir you shall chance , Camillo , to visit Bo- hemia , on the like occasion whereon my services ...
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... Cymbeline , Act iv . sc . 2 : " Great griefs , I see , medicine the less . " . bears the sense of subjects , the singular for the plural . - Subject here H. SCENE II . The same . A Room of State 22 ACT J. THE WINTER'S TALE .
... Cymbeline , Act iv . sc . 2 : " Great griefs , I see , medicine the less . " . bears the sense of subjects , the singular for the plural . - Subject here H. SCENE II . The same . A Room of State 22 ACT J. THE WINTER'S TALE .
Términos y frases comunes
Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast bastard bear blood Bohemia breath Camillo Cawdor Comedy of Errors death deed dost doth Dromio Duke England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband i'the King John Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff master means Measure for Measure mind mistress murder nature never night noble o'the Pandosto Pandulph Paul Paulina peace Phil play Poet Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakespeare shame Shep Sicilia sleep soul speak speech spirit swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thought thyself tongue truth villain Weird Sisters wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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Página 297 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Página 263 - We'd jump the life to come. — But, in these cases, We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Página 89 - Say there be ; 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 ~\\ hich does mend nature, — change it rather ; but The art itself is nature.
Página 268 - 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...
Página 252 - 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...
Página 74 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página 269 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 306 - 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.
Página 341 - And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o
Página 465 - Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.