The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Volum 7Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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Pàgina 26
... sweet , here say , We drink this standing bowl of wine to him . Thai . Alas , my father , it befits not me , Unto a stranger knight to be so bold ; He may my proffer take for an offence , Since men take women's gifts for impudence . Sim ...
... sweet , here say , We drink this standing bowl of wine to him . Thai . Alas , my father , it befits not me , Unto a stranger knight to be so bold ; He may my proffer take for an offence , Since men take women's gifts for impudence . Sim ...
Pàgina 30
... sweet music this last night : my ears , I do protest , were never better fed With such delightful pleasing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my desert . Sim . Sir , you are music's master . Per . The worst of ...
... sweet music this last night : my ears , I do protest , were never better fed With such delightful pleasing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my desert . Sim . Sir , you are music's master . Per . The worst of ...
Pàgina 40
... sweet qeeen ! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither , To have bless'd mine eyes ! Per . 1 We cannot but obey The powers above us . Could I rage and roar As doth the sea she lies in , yet the end Must be as ' tis ...
... sweet qeeen ! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither , To have bless'd mine eyes ! Per . 1 We cannot but obey The powers above us . Could I rage and roar As doth the sea she lies in , yet the end Must be as ' tis ...
Pàgina 45
... sweet lady , for awhile ; Pray you walk softly , do not heat your blood : I warrant you , madam . What ! I must have a care of you . Mar. Thanks , sweet madam.- Is this wind westerly that blows ? Leon . [ Exit Dionyza . South - west ...
... sweet lady , for awhile ; Pray you walk softly , do not heat your blood : I warrant you , madam . What ! I must have a care of you . Mar. Thanks , sweet madam.- Is this wind westerly that blows ? Leon . [ Exit Dionyza . South - west ...
Pàgina 53
... sweet'st , and best , lies here , Who wither'd in her spring of year . She was of Tyrus , the king's daughter , On whom foul death hath made this slaughter ; Marina was she call'd ; and at her birth , Thetis , being proud , swallow'd ...
... sweet'st , and best , lies here , Who wither'd in her spring of year . She was of Tyrus , the king's daughter , On whom foul death hath made this slaughter ; Marina was she call'd ; and at her birth , Thetis , being proud , swallow'd ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 62 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pàgina 68 - 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 44 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Pàgina 52 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Pàgina 8 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Pàgina 25 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent...
Pàgina 38 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that 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 18 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as...
Pàgina 54 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 64 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...