The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida. Cymbeline. King Lear. Romeo and JulietCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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Pàgina 11
... Pray you , speak no more to me ; I will leave all as I found it , and there an end . [ Exit PANDARUs . [ An alarum . Tro . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude sounds ! Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair , When ...
... Pray you , speak no more to me ; I will leave all as I found it , and there an end . [ Exit PANDARUs . [ An alarum . Tro . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude sounds ! Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair , When ...
Pàgina 25
... pray ? Aga . Even this . Ene . May one , that is a herald , and a prince , Do a fair message to his kingly ears ? Aga . With surety stronger than Achilles ' arm ' Fore all the Greekish heads , which with one voice Call Agamemnon head ...
... pray ? Aga . Even this . Ene . May one , that is a herald , and a prince , Do a fair message to his kingly ears ? Aga . With surety stronger than Achilles ' arm ' Fore all the Greekish heads , which with one voice Call Agamemnon head ...
Pàgina 30
... prayer without book . Thou canst strike , canst thou ? a red murrain o ' thy jade's tricks ! Ajax . Toads - stool , learn me the proclamation . Ther . Dost thou think , I have no sense , thou strikest me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation ...
... prayer without book . Thou canst strike , canst thou ? a red murrain o ' thy jade's tricks ! Ajax . Toads - stool , learn me the proclamation . Ther . Dost thou think , I have no sense , thou strikest me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation ...
Pàgina 38
... prayers ; and devil , envy , say Amen .-- What , ho ! my lord Achilles ! [ 7 ] Emulation is now never used in an ill sense ; but Shakespeare meant to employ it so . MALONE . Emulation --- Envy , factious contention . JOHNSON . [ 8 ] ...
... prayers ; and devil , envy , say Amen .-- What , ho ! my lord Achilles ! [ 7 ] Emulation is now never used in an ill sense ; but Shakespeare meant to employ it so . MALONE . Emulation --- Envy , factious contention . JOHNSON . [ 8 ] ...
Pàgina 39
... prayer ? Ther . Ay ; The heavens hear me ! Enter ACHILLES . Achil . Who's there ? Patr . Thersites , my lord . Achil ... pray thee , what's thyself ? Ther . Thy knower , Patroclus ; Then tell me , Patro- clus , what art thou ? Patr ...
... prayer ? Ther . Ay ; The heavens hear me ! Enter ACHILLES . Achil . Who's there ? Patr . Thersites , my lord . Achil ... pray thee , what's thyself ? Ther . Thy knower , Patroclus ; Then tell me , Patro- clus , what art thou ? Patr ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antenor art thou BENVOLIO better blood brother Calchas CAPULET Cloten Cordelia Corn Cres Cressid Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Diomed dost doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friar Gent give Gloster gods Grecian GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen JOHNSON Juliet Kent king lady Lear look lord madam MALONE Menelaus Mercutio mistress night noble Nurse o'the Pandarus Paris Patr Patroclus Pisanio poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Romeo SCENE Shakespeare speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Troilus Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss villain WARBURTON What's wilt word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 172 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages: Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
Pàgina 326 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger 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 334 - 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 21 - The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order : And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad...
Pàgina 252 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's: 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. — But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need ! You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Pàgina 170 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Pàgina 282 - Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway 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 212 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
Pàgina 253 - ... hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,...
Pàgina 337 - 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.