Tales from Shakspere: For the Use of Young PersonsRichard Griffin, 1859 - 503 pàgines |
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Pàgina 15
... thee , No harm . ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father ...
... thee , No harm . ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father ...
Pàgina 16
... thee farther . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me . - So ; [ Lays down his mantie , Lie there my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wrack , which touch'd The very virtue of ...
... thee farther . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me . - So ; [ Lays down his mantie , Lie there my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wrack , which touch'd The very virtue of ...
Pàgina 17
... thee mark me that a brother should Be so perfidious ; -he whom , next thyself , Of all the world I lov'd , and to him put The manage of my state , as , at that time , Through all the signiories it was the first , And Prospero the prime ...
... thee mark me that a brother should Be so perfidious ; -he whom , next thyself , Of all the world I lov'd , and to him put The manage of my state , as , at that time , Through all the signiories it was the first , And Prospero the prime ...
Pàgina 19
... thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ...
... thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ...
Pàgina 20
... thee more profit Than other princess can , that have more time For vainer hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for ' t ! And now , sir , ( For still ' t is beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea ...
... thee more profit Than other princess can , that have more time For vainer hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for ' t ! And now , sir , ( For still ' t is beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea ...
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Angelo Antipholus Antonio Ariel Bassanio Beatrice Benedick Bertram brother called Capulet Cassio Cesario Claudio count Paris court Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Dionyza doth Dromio duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt eyes fair fairy father fear friar Ganymede gentle give grace grief Hamlet hath hear heard heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero honour husband Iago Imogen Isab Isabel Juliet Katharine king knew lady Lear Leonato Leontes live look lord lord Capulet Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid Marina married master Michael Cassio Miranda mistress mother never night noble Oberon Olivia Orlando Orsino Othello Paulina Perdita Pericles Petrucio Polixenes poor Portia Posthumus pray prince Prospero Proteus queen replied ring Romeo Rosalind servant Shylock Silvia sister sleep speak spirit strange sweet tell Thaisa thee thou art thought Timon Titania told Tybalt Valentine Viola weep wife wish words young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 336 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pàgina 134 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Pàgina 103 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Pàgina 409 - 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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 47 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pàgina 466 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Pàgina 237 - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou '1t come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Pàgina 126 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Pàgina 255 - Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep,' — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macbeth. Still it cried 'Sleep no more !' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Pàgina 14 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.