The philosophy of William Shakespeare delineating in seven hundred and fifty passages, selected from his plays, the multiform phases of the human mindW. White, 1857 - 643 pàgines |
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Pàgina 15
... I'll lock Thy heaven from thee . O , that men's ears should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! TIMON OF ATHENS , A. 1 , s . 2 . A VIRTUOUS WIFE AND SISTER'S OMENS MAY NOT BE DISRE- GARDED . ANDROMACHE . When was my lord so much ...
... I'll lock Thy heaven from thee . O , that men's ears should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! TIMON OF ATHENS , A. 1 , s . 2 . A VIRTUOUS WIFE AND SISTER'S OMENS MAY NOT BE DISRE- GARDED . ANDROMACHE . When was my lord so much ...
Pàgina 21
... I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father , Before mine uncle : I'll observe his looks ; I'll tent him to the quick ; if he do blench , I know my course . The spirit that I have seen , May be a devil : and the ...
... I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father , Before mine uncle : I'll observe his looks ; I'll tent him to the quick ; if he do blench , I know my course . The spirit that I have seen , May be a devil : and the ...
Pàgina 22
... I'll then nor give , nor hazard , aught for lead . What says the silver , with her virgin hue ? Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves . As much as he deserves ? -Pause there , Morocco , And weigh thy value with an even hand ...
... I'll then nor give , nor hazard , aught for lead . What says the silver , with her virgin hue ? Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves . As much as he deserves ? -Pause there , Morocco , And weigh thy value with an even hand ...
Pàgina 23
... I'll read the writing . All that glisters is not gold ; Often have you heard that told : Many a man his life hath sold , But my outside to behold : Gilded tombs do worms infold . Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in ...
... I'll read the writing . All that glisters is not gold ; Often have you heard that told : Many a man his life hath sold , But my outside to behold : Gilded tombs do worms infold . Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in ...
Pàgina 58
... I'll go in , and weep ; - Tear my bright hair , and scratch my praised cheeks ; Crack my clear voice with sobs , and break my heart . PANDARUS . Be moderate , be moderate . CRES . Why tell you me of moderation ? The grief is fine , full ...
... I'll go in , and weep ; - Tear my bright hair , and scratch my praised cheeks ; Crack my clear voice with sobs , and break my heart . PANDARUS . Be moderate , be moderate . CRES . Why tell you me of moderation ? The grief is fine , full ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
ANNE ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA arms bear beauty better blood breath brother Cæsar COMEDY OF ERRORS conscience CORIOLANUS crown curse CYMBELINE dead dear death deed devil didst dost thou doth dream ears earth eyes fair false father fear fool fortune foul friends gentle give grace grief HAMLET hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hector hell HENRY HENRY IV HENRY VI honour i'the ISAB king KING LEAR lady live look lord LOVE'S MACBETH MERCHANT OF VENICE MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind mother musick nature ne'er never night noble o'er o'the OTHELLO pardon peace pity poor pray prince queen RICHARD RICHARD III shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought TIMON OF ATHENS tongue TROILUS AND CRESSIDA true twere unto virtue weep wife WINTER'S TALE word youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 543 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pàgina 19 - 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 ! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Pàgina 80 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pàgina 505 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off : And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Pàgina 505 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Pàgina 21 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, May be a devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Pàgina 416 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And he that might the 'vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : how would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you, as you are? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pàgina 434 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, • And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, ) That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry,...
Pàgina 317 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pàgina 529 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one,...