The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 pàgines |
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Pàgina 10
... Give me the map there . -Know that we have divided In three our kingdom ; and ' tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age ; Conferring them on younger strengths , while we , Unburdened , crawl toward death . - Our ...
... Give me the map there . -Know that we have divided In three our kingdom ; and ' tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age ; Conferring them on younger strengths , while we , Unburdened , crawl toward death . - Our ...
Pàgina 18
... Give but that portion which yourself proposed , And here I take Cordelia by the hand , Duchess of Burgundy . Lear . Nothing . I have sworn ; I am firm . Bur . I am sorry , then , you have so lost a father , That you must lose a husband ...
... Give but that portion which yourself proposed , And here I take Cordelia by the hand , Duchess of Burgundy . Lear . Nothing . I have sworn ; I am firm . Bur . I am sorry , then , you have so lost a father , That you must lose a husband ...
Pàgina 20
... civil institutions , their strictness and scrupulosity . 6 To deprive is equivalent to disinherit . Holinshed speaks of the line of Henry before deprived . יימת Glo . Give me the letter , sir . 1 20 [ ACT I KING LEAR .
... civil institutions , their strictness and scrupulosity . 6 To deprive is equivalent to disinherit . Holinshed speaks of the line of Henry before deprived . יימת Glo . Give me the letter , sir . 1 20 [ ACT I KING LEAR .
Pàgina 22
William Shakespeare. Edm . I shall offend , either to detain or give it . The contents , as in part I understand them , are to blame . Glo . Let's see , let's see . Edm . I hope , for my brother's justification , he wrote this but as an ...
William Shakespeare. Edm . I shall offend , either to detain or give it . The contents , as in part I understand them , are to blame . Glo . Let's see , let's see . Edm . I hope , for my brother's justification , he wrote this but as an ...
Pàgina 23
... give all that I am possessed of , to be satisfied of the truth . " 7 To convey is to conduct , or carry through . 8 That is , ugh natural philosophy can give account of eclipses , yet we feel their consequences . G cracked between son ...
... give all that I am possessed of , to be satisfied of the truth . " 7 To convey is to conduct , or carry through . 8 That is , ugh natural philosophy can give account of eclipses , yet we feel their consequences . G cracked between son ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 306 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Pàgina 208 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Pàgina 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Pàgina 72 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 13 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Pàgina 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Pàgina 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Pàgina 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Pàgina 169 - 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 art far more fair than she...