Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. Appendixes |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Pàgina 259
Ham . Why , look you now , how unworthy a thing you make of me ? you would play upon me ; you would feem to know my ftops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would found me from my lowest note to the top of my compafs ...
Ham . Why , look you now , how unworthy a thing you make of me ? you would play upon me ; you would feem to know my ftops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would found me from my lowest note to the top of my compafs ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Frases i termes més freqüents
affection ancient appears bear believe better Caffio called character Clown comes common copy dead dear death doth edition Emil Enter Exit expreffion eyes faid fair fame father fays fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould firft folio fome foul fpeak fpeech fuch fuppofe give given Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hold Iago JOHNSON keep kind king lady leave light lines live look lord married matter means mind moft muft muſt nature never night Nurfe obferved Othello paffage perhaps play poet POPE pray quarto Queen reafon Romeo Shakespeare ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thou thought true uſed WARBURTON whofe wife young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 265 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love; for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment...
Pàgina 214 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pàgina 35 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pàgina 227 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Pàgina 32 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pàgina 91 - 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...
Pàgina 470 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Pàgina 241 - ... 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 170 - Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar The friends thou hast and their adoption tried Grapple them...
Pàgina 376 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...