The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volum 2Andrus, Judd, & Frnaklin, 1838 |
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Pàgina 64
... nature . Gilt is a superficial covering of gold . Had slipp'd our claim until another age . ' Geo . But , when we saw our sunshine made thy spring , And that thy summer bred us no increase , We set the axe to thy usurping root : And ...
... nature . Gilt is a superficial covering of gold . Had slipp'd our claim until another age . ' Geo . But , when we saw our sunshine made thy spring , And that thy summer bred us no increase , We set the axe to thy usurping root : And ...
Pàgina 79
... nature of a brother's love : - * Come , Clarence , come ; thou wilt , if Warwick calls . Clar . Father of Warwick , know you what this means ? [ Taking the red rose out of his cap . ' Look here , I throw my infamy at thee : I will not ...
... nature of a brother's love : - * Come , Clarence , come ; thou wilt , if Warwick calls . Clar . Father of Warwick , know you what this means ? [ Taking the red rose out of his cap . ' Look here , I throw my infamy at thee : I will not ...
Pàgina 87
... nature , Young , valiant , wise , and , no doubt , right royal , - The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropp d'the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ...
... nature , Young , valiant , wise , and , no doubt , right royal , - The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropp d'the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ...
Pàgina 89
... natural age , But by some unlook'd accident cut off ! Glo . Have done thy charm , thou hateful wither'd hag . Q. Mar ... nature , and the son of hell ! Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd ; That will I make , before I let ...
... natural age , But by some unlook'd accident cut off ! Glo . Have done thy charm , thou hateful wither'd hag . Q. Mar ... nature , and the son of hell ! Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd ; That will I make , before I let ...
Pàgina 117
... nature of it ? In what kind , let's know , Is this exaction ? Q. Kath . I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience ; but am bolden'd Under your promis'd pardon . The subjects ' grief Comes through commissions , which compel ...
... nature of it ? In what kind , let's know , Is this exaction ? Q. Kath . I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience ; but am bolden'd Under your promis'd pardon . The subjects ' grief Comes through commissions , which compel ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet ..., Volum 2 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1855 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet ..., Volum 2 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1855 |
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Buck Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 239 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Pàgina 65 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Pàgina 425 - 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: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Pàgina 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Pàgina 84 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 158 - A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pàgina 226 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey 's blood? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Pàgina 418 - GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. 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...
Pàgina 435 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pàgina 239 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!