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William Shakespeare. TARNEAEROS THE WINTER's T A LE . Dramatis Perfonæ . LEONTES , King of Sicilia . Polixenes.
William Shakespeare. TARNEAEROS THE WINTER's T A LE . Dramatis Perfonæ . LEONTES , King of Sicilia . Polixenes.
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William Shakespeare. Dramatis Perfonæ . LEONTES , King of Sicilia . Polixenes , King of Bohemia . Mamillius , young Prince of Sicilia . Florizel , Prince of Bohemia . Camillo , Antigonus , Cleomines , Dion , Sicilian Lords . Another ...
William Shakespeare. Dramatis Perfonæ . LEONTES , King of Sicilia . Polixenes , King of Bohemia . Mamillius , young Prince of Sicilia . Florizel , Prince of Bohemia . Camillo , Antigonus , Cleomines , Dion , Sicilian Lords . Another ...
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... Sicilia . Cam . I think , this coming fummer , the King of Sicilia means to pay Bobe- mia the vifitation , which he justly owes him . Arch . Wherein our entertainment fhall fhame us , we will be juftified in our loves ; for , indeed ...
... Sicilia . Cam . I think , this coming fummer , the King of Sicilia means to pay Bobe- mia the vifitation , which he justly owes him . Arch . Wherein our entertainment fhall fhame us , we will be juftified in our loves ; for , indeed ...
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... Sicilia cannot fhew himself over kind to Bo- hemia ; they were train'd together in their childhoods ; and there rooted betwixt them then fuch an affection , which cannot chufe but branch now . Since their more mature dignities and royal ...
... Sicilia cannot fhew himself over kind to Bo- hemia ; they were train'd together in their childhoods ; and there rooted betwixt them then fuch an affection , which cannot chufe but branch now . Since their more mature dignities and royal ...
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... Sicilia ? Her . He fomething feems unfettled . Pol . How my lord ? Leo . What cheer ? how is't with you , best brother ? Her . You look , As if you held a brow of much Distraction . Are not you mov'd , my lord ? Leo . No , in good ...
... Sicilia ? Her . He fomething feems unfettled . Pol . How my lord ? Leo . What cheer ? how is't with you , best brother ? Her . You look , As if you held a brow of much Distraction . Are not you mov'd , my lord ? Leo . No , in good ...
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis blood Bohemia buſineſs Camillo Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge fear feems felf fent fervice fhall fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria John King King John knave Lady loft Lord lyes Madam mafter Malvolio Marry Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Paffage pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reaſon ſay SCENE changes ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand tongue underſtand uſe whofe wife worfe yourſelf
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246 psl. - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
376 psl. - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
133 psl. - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
407 psl. - 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.
97 psl. - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.