King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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Pàgina 15
... hast sought to make us break our vow , ( Which we durst never yet , ) and , with strained pride , To come betwixt our sentence and our power , ( Which nor our nature nor our place can bear ; ) Our potency made good , take thy reward . 2 ...
... hast sought to make us break our vow , ( Which we durst never yet , ) and , with strained pride , To come betwixt our sentence and our power , ( Which nor our nature nor our place can bear ; ) Our potency made good , take thy reward . 2 ...
Pàgina 18
... hast her , France . Let her be thine ; for we Have no such daughter , nor shall ever see That face of hers again . - Therefore be gone , Without our grace , our love , our benizon.- Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt LEAR ...
... hast her , France . Let her be thine ; for we Have no such daughter , nor shall ever see That face of hers again . - Therefore be gone , Without our grace , our love , our benizon.- Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt LEAR ...
Pàgina 33
... hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing in the middle . Here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GONEril . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that front- let on ? Methinks you are too much of late i ' the frown . Fool ...
... hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing in the middle . Here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GONEril . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that front- let on ? Methinks you are too much of late i ' the frown . Fool ...
Pàgina 37
... hast power to shake my manhood thus ; [ To GONERIL . That these hot tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them . - Blasts and fogs upon thee ! The untented woundings of a father's curse Pierce every sense about ...
... hast power to shake my manhood thus ; [ To GONERIL . That these hot tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them . - Blasts and fogs upon thee ! The untented woundings of a father's curse Pierce every sense about ...
Pàgina 60
... hast thou not forgot , Wherein I thee endowed . Reg . Good sir , to the purpose . [ Trumpets within . What trumpet's that ? Lear . Who put my man i'the stocks ? Corn . Enter Steward . Reg . I know't , my sister's ; this approves her ...
... hast thou not forgot , Wherein I thee endowed . Reg . Good sir , to the purpose . [ Trumpets within . What trumpet's that ? Lear . Who put my man i'the stocks ? Corn . Enter Steward . Reg . I know't , my sister's ; this approves her ...
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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 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Pàgina 281 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
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 335 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 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 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Pàgina 197 - Romeo; and, when he shall die. Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Pàgina 312 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pàgina 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Pàgina 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pàgina 120 - 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...