Seven Plays: As Performed by Madame Helena Modjeska (Countess Bozena)Hasselman-Journal, 1883 - 454 էջ |
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... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's ; take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . POST . How ! how ! another ? You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements from ...
... Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's ; take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . POST . How ! how ! another ? You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements from ...
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... him As little as a crow , or less , ere left To after - eye him . PISAN . Madam , so I did . IMOGEN . I would have broke mine eye - strings ; crack'd them , but To look upon him , till the diminution Of space Sc . 2. ] II CYMBELINE .
... him As little as a crow , or less , ere left To after - eye him . PISAN . Madam , so I did . IMOGEN . I would have broke mine eye - strings ; crack'd them , but To look upon him , till the diminution Of space Sc . 2. ] II CYMBELINE .
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As Performed by Madame Helena Modjeska (Countess Bozena). To look upon him , till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle : Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have ...
As Performed by Madame Helena Modjeska (Countess Bozena). To look upon him , till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle : Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have ...
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... look on me . What wrack discern you in me Deserves your pity ? IACH . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I ' the dungeon by a snuff ? IMOGEN . I pray you , sir , Deliver with Sc . 2. ] 21 CYMBELINE .
... look on me . What wrack discern you in me Deserves your pity ? IACH . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I ' the dungeon by a snuff ? IMOGEN . I pray you , sir , Deliver with Sc . 2. ] 21 CYMBELINE .
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... look upon him ? Is there no derogation in ' t ? MADAN . You cannot derogate , my lord . CLOTEN . Not easily , I think . [ Crossing , R. What I PISAN . ( Aside . ) You are a fool , granted ; therefore your issues , being foolish , do not ...
... look upon him ? Is there no derogation in ' t ? MADAN . You cannot derogate , my lord . CLOTEN . Not easily , I think . [ Crossing , R. What I PISAN . ( Aside . ) You are a fool , granted ; therefore your issues , being foolish , do not ...
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Armand art thou ARVIR BARONESS BELAR BENVOLIO BRIG Brigard Burleigh Camille CAPULET Carlsruhe CLOTEN CLOWN Crosses CYMBEL Cymbeline dear death doth DUKE ELIZ END OF ACT Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fool Frou Frou gentleman Gilberte give GUIDERIUS hand happy hath hear heart heaven HELENA MODJESKA honour IACH Iachimo Illyria IMOGEN JAQUES Juliet kiss LADY CAP leave LEICES Leicester letter LOCRINE look lord Lord Leicester Louise Madame Malvolio marry MARY Mdlle Mercutio mistress MORT Nanine never night NURSE OLYM Orlando Paris Paulet Pauline PISAN Pisanio poor POST Posthumus pray Queen Romeo Rosalind Sartorys SCENE Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sits speak sweet tell thank thee thing thou art thou hast to-night TOUCH Tybalt Valreas Varville villain wilt woman youth
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Էջ 44 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Էջ 57 - 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.
Էջ 10 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in...
Էջ 11 - O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified.
Էջ 17 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Էջ 6 - O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Էջ 29 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Էջ 11 - Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor...
Էջ 17 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Էջ 6 - But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid are far more fair than she...