King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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Pàgina 4
... noble tragedy , one of the first productions of the noblest of poets , it is scarcely possible to express our admiration in adequate terms . Whether considered as an effort of art , or as a picture of the passions , it is entitled to ...
... noble tragedy , one of the first productions of the noblest of poets , it is scarcely possible to express our admiration in adequate terms . Whether considered as an effort of art , or as a picture of the passions , it is entitled to ...
Pàgina 10
... noble gentleman , Edmund ? Edm . No , my lord . Glo . My lord of Kent . Remember him hereafter as my honorable friend . Edm . My services to your lordship . Kent . I must love you , and sue to know you better . Edm . Sir , I shall study ...
... noble gentleman , Edmund ? Edm . No , my lord . Glo . My lord of Kent . Remember him hereafter as my honorable friend . Edm . My services to your lordship . Kent . I must love you , and sue to know you better . Edm . Sir , I shall study ...
Pàgina 16
... noble lord . Lear . My lord of Burgundy , We first address towards you , who with this king Hath rivalled for our daughter . What , in the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of love ? 1 Bur . Most ...
... noble lord . Lear . My lord of Burgundy , We first address towards you , who with this king Hath rivalled for our daughter . What , in the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of love ? 1 Bur . Most ...
Pàgina 18
... noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt LEAR , BURGUndy , Cornwall , ALBANY , GLOSTER , and Attendants . France . Bid farewell to your sisters . Cor . The jewels of our father , with washed eyes Cordelia leaves you ; I know you what you ...
... noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt LEAR , BURGUndy , Cornwall , ALBANY , GLOSTER , and Attendants . France . Bid farewell to your sisters . Cor . The jewels of our father , with washed eyes Cordelia leaves you ; I know you what you ...
Pàgina 26
... noble , Whose nature is so far from doing harms , That he suspects none ; on whose foolish honesty My practices ride easy ! -I see the business.- Let me , if not by birth , have lands by wit ; All with me's meet , that I can fashion fit ...
... noble , Whose nature is so far from doing harms , That he suspects none ; on whose foolish honesty My practices ride easy ! -I see the business.- Let me , if not by birth , have lands by wit ; All with me's meet , that I can fashion fit ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads fool friar Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Hamlet hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife wilt word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 308 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the 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.
Pàgina 314 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Pàgina 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Pàgina 20 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Pàgina 115 - Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Pàgina 278 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Pàgina 335 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Pàgina 24 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Pàgina 316 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form, and pressure.
Pàgina 173 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.