 | Philip Edwards - 2004 - 264 pàgines
...seduce a virtuous Florentine maiden. Helena's intelligence and resolution appear in Act I, scene i. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven. The fated sky Gives us free scope. . . The King's disease - my project may deceive me, But my intents are fixed and will not leave me.... | |
 | Kenneth Muir, Stanley Wells - 1982 - 168 pàgines
...cuts, across the verse structure, resisting its rhythm as much as it does that of the blank verse. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe...pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull. (i, i, 212-15) It does incline more towards balanced antithesis, What power is it which mounts my love... | |
 | Werner Stark - 1976 - 312 pàgines
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 | Stanley Wells - 2002 - 244 pàgines
...164-9). After this military interchange, Helena's second soliloquy shows a wholly new self-conf1dence: Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven; the fated sky Gives us free scope; (11. 212-14) she now trusts nature 'which mounts my love so high ' to 'join like likes, and kiss like... | |
 | Joseph Allen Bryant - 1986 - 300 pàgines
...engendered not by some kind of miraculous visitation or intervention but by simple human initiative: Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe...pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull. Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their pains in sense, and do suppose What hath been... | |
 | Wolfgang Clemen - 1987 - 232 pàgines
...favour. But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy 95 Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? Helena. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe...pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull. 2 1 What powers is it which mounts my love so high, That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye? The... | |
 | Vivian Thomas - 1987 - 236 pàgines
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Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. 
