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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e thy character: there these; Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty.And still rest thine. The storm begins: poor wretch,That for thy mothers fault art thiis exposed soTo loss and what may follow! Weep I cannot.But my heart bleeds; and most accursed am ITo be by oath enjoind to this. Farewell!The day frowns more and more: thou rt like to haveA lullaby too rough: I never saw 55 The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour!Well may I get aboard! This is the chase: I am gone for ever. (Exit, pursued hy a hear. Enter a Shepherd. Shepherd. I would there were no age between six-teen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would eosleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the be-tween but wronging the ancientry, stealing, fight- esing—Hark you now! Would any but these boiled 47 character = a written scroll giving the childs name and age. 47 these, coins and jewels. 48 breed = offer support for. 63 ancientry = people of old (noble) famihes. 64 boiled brains ~ hot-headed fellows.
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SCENE III) THE WmTERS TALE 47 brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this esweather? They have scared away two of my bestsheep, which I fear the wolf will sooner find thanthe master: if any where I have them, tis by thesea-side, browsing of ivy. Good luck, an t be thywill! what have we here? Mercy ons, a barne; a 70very pretty barne! A boy or a child, I wonder?A pretty one; a very pretty one: I 11 take it upfor pity: yet I 11 tarry till my son come; he hal-looed but even now. Whoa, ho, hoa! Enter Clown. Clown. Hilloa, loa! so Shepherd. What, art so near? If thou It see athing to talk on when thou art dead, come hither.What ailest thou, man? Clown. I have seen two such sights, by sea andby land! but I am not to say it is a sea, for it is 85now the sky: betwixt the firmament and it youcannot thrust a bodkins point.Shepherd. Why, boy, how is it?Clown. I would you did but see how it chafes,how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but thats 90not to the point. O, the most piteous cry o

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