William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Volum 2S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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Pàgina 20
... thine , Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine , Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy : - Here , purposing the Bastard to destroy , Came in strong rescue . Speak , thy father's care ; Art not thou weary , John ...
... thine , Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine , Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy : - Here , purposing the Bastard to destroy , Came in strong rescue . Speak , thy father's care ; Art not thou weary , John ...
Pàgina 29
... thine they give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage , * And purchase friends , and give to courtezans , * Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone : * While as the silly owner of the ...
... thine they give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage , * And purchase friends , and give to courtezans , * Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone : * While as the silly owner of the ...
Pàgina 31
... thine insolence . Since thou wert king , ( as who is king , but thou ? ) The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck : The dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas ; * And all the peers and nobles of the realm * Have been as bondmen to thy ...
... thine insolence . Since thou wert king , ( as who is king , but thou ? ) The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck : The dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas ; * And all the peers and nobles of the realm * Have been as bondmen to thy ...
Pàgina 33
... thine to England's king , * Injurious duke ; that threat'st where is no cause . * Buck . True , madam , none at all . What call you this ? [ Showing her the papers . Away with them ; let them be clapp'd up close , And kept asunder ...
... thine to England's king , * Injurious duke ; that threat'st where is no cause . * Buck . True , madam , none at all . What call you this ? [ Showing her the papers . Away with them ; let them be clapp'd up close , And kept asunder ...
Pàgina 34
... thine eyes : -wink now ; now open them : - In my opinion yet thou see'st not well . Simp . Yes , master , clear as day ; I thank God , and Saint Alban . Glo . Say'st thou me so ? What colour is this cloak of ? Simp . Red , master ; red ...
... thine eyes : -wink now ; now open them : - In my opinion yet thou see'st not well . Simp . Yes , master , clear as day ; I thank God , and Saint Alban . Glo . Say'st thou me so ? What colour is this cloak of ? Simp . Red , master ; red ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus arms art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 437 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pàgina 386 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Pàgina 242 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Pàgina 408 - 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 135 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
Pàgina 85 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Pàgina 134 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pàgina 66 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pàgina 92 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pàgina 435 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.