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... hear an old man sing May to your wishes pleasure bring , I life would wish , and that I might Waste it for you , like taper - light . This Antioch , then , Antiochus the Great 1. old , of old ; apparently intended for an archaism . 6 ...
... hear an old man sing May to your wishes pleasure bring , I life would wish , and that I might Waste it for you , like taper - light . This Antioch , then , Antiochus the Great 1. old , of old ; apparently intended for an archaism . 6 ...
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... hear the sins they love to act ; ' Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it . Who has a book of all that monarchs do , He's more secure to keep it shut than shown : For vice repeated is like the wandering wind , Blows dust in ...
... hear the sins they love to act ; ' Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it . Who has a book of all that monarchs do , He's more secure to keep it shut than shown : For vice repeated is like the wandering wind , Blows dust in ...
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... hear their faults hid , hear the flattery which hides their faults . 74. A line is probably lost 70 between 73 and 74 , such as : Worthy to heir my throne ; for kingly boys ( Sydney Walker ) . Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder ...
... hear their faults hid , hear the flattery which hides their faults . 74. A line is probably lost 70 between 73 and 74 , such as : Worthy to heir my throne ; for kingly boys ( Sydney Walker ) . Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder ...
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... hear from thee ; And by whose letters I'll dispose myself . The care I had and have of subjects ' good On thee I lay , whose wisdom's strength can bear it . I'll take thy word for faith , not ask thine oath : Who shuns not to break one ...
... hear from thee ; And by whose letters I'll dispose myself . The care I had and have of subjects ' good On thee I lay , whose wisdom's strength can bear it . I'll take thy word for faith , not ask thine oath : Who shuns not to break one ...
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... hear these tears ! The misery of Tarsus may be theirs . Enter a Lord . Lord . Where's the lord governor ? Cle . Here . Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste , For comfort is too far for us to expect . Lord . We have ...
... hear these tears ! The misery of Tarsus may be theirs . Enter a Lord . Lord . Where's the lord governor ? Cle . Here . Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste , For comfort is too far for us to expect . Lord . We have ...
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Ariel Autolycus Bawd Belarius beseech Bohemia Boult brother Caliban Camillo CLEON Cloten court Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS father fear Fish Gent gentleman give gods grace Guiderius hath hear heart heaven Helicanus Hermione honour Iach Iachimo Imogen king knight lady Leon Leontes live look lord Lysimachus madam Marina master mistress monster Mytilene never noble Pandosto Paul Paulina Pentapolis Perdita Pericles Pisanio play Polixenes Post Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre prithee Pros Prospero queen Re-enter Roman SCENE Shakespeare shalt Shep Sicilia Skirgiello speak strange swear sweet Sycorax tell Tempest Thaisa thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Trin Trinculo Tyre wife Winter's Tale word
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Página 467 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 216 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 462 - The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Página 482 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck 'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em...
Página 482 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Página 483 - The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason...
Página 427 - You taught me language ; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language ! Pros.
Página 347 - A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Página 487 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in 't ! Pros. 'Tis new to thee.
Página 214 - With fairest flowers. Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...