Shakespeare's comedy of the Winter's tale

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American book company, 1907 - Drama - 220 pages
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Page 102 - tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men's ears grew to his tunes. Clown. He could never come better; he shall come in. I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably. 189
Page 98 - s rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing! Polixenes. Shepherdess,— A fair one are you—well you fit our ages With flowers of winter. Perdita. Sir, the year growing ancient,— Of trembling winter,—the fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations and
Page 110 - Perdita. Even here undone! 430 I was not much afeard; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.—Will 't please you, sir, be gone?
Page 100 - em. Polixenes. This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward; nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place. Camillo. He tells her something That makes her blood look out; good sooth, she is
Page 104 - s another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon the coast on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids; it was thought she was a woman and was turned into a cold fish. The ballad is very pitiful and as true.
Page 102 - Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: come buy. Clown. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves. Mopsa.
Page 102 - Perdita. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing. • Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses; Masks for faces and for noses; Bugle bracelet, necklace amber, Perfume for a lady's chamber;
Page 98 - would wish This youth should say 't were well and only therefore Desire to breed by me.—Here 's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age. You 're very welcome.
Page 138 - Her natural posture!— Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione ; or rather, thou art she In thy not chiding, for she was as tender As infancy and grace.—But yet, Paulina, Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing So aged as this seems. Polixenes. O, not by
Page 50 - 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. Camillo. Good my lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 't is most dangerous.

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