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... live . Arch . If the king had no son , they would desire to live on crutches till he had one . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Same . A Room of State in the Palace . Enter LEONTES , POLIXENES , HERMIONE , MAMILLIUS , CAMILLO , and Attendants ...
... live . Arch . If the king had no son , they would desire to live on crutches till he had one . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Same . A Room of State in the Palace . Enter LEONTES , POLIXENES , HERMIONE , MAMILLIUS , CAMILLO , and Attendants ...
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... live The running of one glass . Who does infect her ? Cam . Leon . Why he , that wears her like her medal , hanging About his neck , Bohemia : who — if I 3 With the PIN AND WEB , ] The pin and web was the old name for a cataract in the ...
... live The running of one glass . Who does infect her ? Cam . Leon . Why he , that wears her like her medal , hanging About his neck , Bohemia : who — if I 3 With the PIN AND WEB , ] The pin and web was the old name for a cataract in the ...
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... live : the queen receives Much comfort in't , says , " My poor prisoner , I am innocent as you . " Paul . I dare be sworn : - These dangerous , unsane lunes i ' the king , beshrew them ! He must be told on't , and he shall : the office ...
... live : the queen receives Much comfort in't , says , " My poor prisoner , I am innocent as you . " Paul . I dare be sworn : - These dangerous , unsane lunes i ' the king , beshrew them ! He must be told on't , and he shall : the office ...
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... live on , to see this bastard kneel And call me father ? Better burn it now , Than curse it then . But , be it ; let it live : - It shall not neither . - You , sir , come you hither ; You , that have been so tenderly officious With lady ...
... live on , to see this bastard kneel And call me father ? Better burn it now , Than curse it then . But , be it ; let it live : - It shall not neither . - You , sir , come you hither ; You , that have been so tenderly officious With lady ...
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... live without an heir , if that which is lost be not found " . " Lords . Now , blessed be the great Apollo ! Her . Leon . Hast thou read truth ? Offi . As it is here set down . Praised ! Ay , my lord ; even so Leon . There is no truth at ...
... live without an heir , if that which is lost be not found " . " Lords . Now , blessed be the great Apollo ! Her . Leon . Hast thou read truth ? Offi . As it is here set down . Praised ! Ay , my lord ; even so Leon . There is no truth at ...
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Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Volumen3 William Shakespeare Vista de fragmentos - 1858 |
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Página 208 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, 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.
Página 552 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Página 331 - But when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend, to make offence a skill ; Redeeming time, when men think least I...
Página 73 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
Página 405 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Página 472 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 611 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Página 575 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...