The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pàgina 7
... night , Will shun no courfe to keep them from the light . One fin , know , another doth provoke ; Murder's as near to luft , as flame to smoke . Poison and treafon are the hands of fin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the shame ...
... night , Will shun no courfe to keep them from the light . One fin , know , another doth provoke ; Murder's as near to luft , as flame to smoke . Poison and treafon are the hands of fin , Ay , and the targets , to put off the shame ...
Pàgina 8
... night , ( The tomb where grief should sleep , ) can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes fhun them , And danger , which I feared , is at Antioch , Whofe arm feems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither ...
... night , ( The tomb where grief should sleep , ) can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes fhun them , And danger , which I feared , is at Antioch , Whofe arm feems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither ...
Pàgina 11
... night , Who feem'd my good protector ; and being here , Bethought me what was past , what might fucceed . I knew him tyrannous ; and tyrants ' fears Decrease not , but grow faster than their years : And should he doubt it , ( as no ...
... night , Who feem'd my good protector ; and being here , Bethought me what was past , what might fucceed . I knew him tyrannous ; and tyrants ' fears Decrease not , but grow faster than their years : And should he doubt it , ( as no ...
Pàgina 28
... fupremacy ; Where now his fon's a glow - worm in the night , The which hath fire in darkness , none in light ; Whereby I fee that time's the king of men , For For he's their parent , and he is their grave 28 A & 11 . PERICLES ,
... fupremacy ; Where now his fon's a glow - worm in the night , The which hath fire in darkness , none in light ; Whereby I fee that time's the king of men , For For he's their parent , and he is their grave 28 A & 11 . PERICLES ,
Pàgina 34
... night : my ears , I do proteft , were never better fed With fuch delightful pleafing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my defert . Sim . Sir , you are mufick's mafter . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my ...
... night : my ears , I do proteft , were never better fed With fuch delightful pleafing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my defert . Sim . Sir , you are mufick's mafter . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and ..., Volum 11 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1808 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and ..., Volum 11 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1808 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alack art thou Bawd BENVOLIO Boult CAPULET CLEON Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death DIONYZA dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fhall flain fome Fool foul friar fuch Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril hath hear heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe i'the Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave lady Lear letter look lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina married maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene Montague moſt muſt myſelf ne'er night noble Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe poor pray prince Prince of Tyre Regan Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art thou wilt Tybalt Tyre uſe villain wife
Passatges populars
Pàgina 134 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pàgina 120 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Pàgina 19 - 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 76 - Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Pàgina 126 - Through tatterd clothes small vices do appear; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Pàgina 28 - 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 moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard...
Pàgina 16 - Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. 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 son of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now.
Pàgina 133 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Pàgina 114 - Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like a better day: Those happy smiles, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes ; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
Pàgina 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.