Identifier: comedyofwinterst00shak (find matches)
Title: The comedy of The winter's tale;
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Hiestand, Sarah Willard
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Publisher: Boston, D. C. Heath & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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either a Uving (quick) ordead body. 134 Whitsun, Note 24. 136 betters what is done. Note 25. 64 THE WINTERS TALE (activ Perdita. O Doricles, Your praises are too large. Florizel. Our dance, I pray: 153 Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair, That never mean to part. Perdita. I 11 swear for em. 155 Poliooenes. This is the prettiest low-born lass that everRan on the green-sward: nothing she does or seemsBut 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 leoThe queen of curds and cream.Clown. Come on, strike up! Dorcas. Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garhc.To mend her kissing with!Mopsa. Now, in good time! Clown. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.Come, strike up! les \Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. Poliocenes. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swainis this 154 turtles = turtle-doves. 160 good sooth = in truth.162 garlic, etc., i.e., let her eat garlic.
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Florizel Our dance, I pray: Your hand, my Perdita. Act IV, Scene IV, line 153. SCENE IV) THE WINTERS TALE 65 Which dances with your daughter? Shepherd. They call him Doricles; and boasts himselfTo have a worthy feeding: but I have itUpon his own report and I believe it; 170 He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:I think so too; for never gazed the moonUpon the water as he U stand and readAs t were my daughters eyes: and, to be plain,I think there is not half a kiss to choose 175 Who loves another best.Polixenes. She dances featly. Shepherd. So she does any thing; though I report it,That should be silent: if young DoriclesDo light upon her, she shall bring him thatWhich he not dreams of. • iso Enter Servant. Servant. O master, if you did but hear the pedlarat the door, you would never dance again after atabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not moveyou: he sings several tunes faster than you 11 tellmoney; he utters them as he had eaten ballads i85and all mens ears grew to

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