The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volum 13Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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Pàgina 14
... Hold thee , from this , for ever . Scythian , 1 The barbarous Or he that makes his generation 1 messes To gorge his appetite , shall to my bosom Be as well neighbor'd , pitied , and relieved , As thou my sometime daughter . Kent . Lear ...
... Hold thee , from this , for ever . Scythian , 1 The barbarous Or he that makes his generation 1 messes To gorge his appetite , shall to my bosom Be as well neighbor'd , pitied , and relieved , As thou my sometime daughter . Kent . Lear ...
Pàgina 16
... hold her so ; But now her price is fallen . Sir , there she stands : If aught within that little , seeming 1 substance , Or all of it , with our displeasure pieced , And nothing more , may fitly like your grace , She's there , and she ...
... hold her so ; But now her price is fallen . Sir , there she stands : If aught within that little , seeming 1 substance , Or all of it , with our displeasure pieced , And nothing more , may fitly like your grace , She's there , and she ...
Pàgina 32
... hold my very course . Prepare for dinner . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . A hall in the same . Enter KENT , disguised . Kent . If but as well I other accents borrow , That can my speech diffuse , ' my good intent May carry through itself to that ...
... hold my very course . Prepare for dinner . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . A hall in the same . Enter KENT , disguised . Kent . If but as well I other accents borrow , That can my speech diffuse , ' my good intent May carry through itself to that ...
Pàgina 40
... hold my tongue ; so your face [ to Gon . ] bids me , though you say nothing . Mum , mum ! " He that keeps nor crust nor crum , Weary of all , shall want some .'- That's a shealed peascod . [ pointing to Leur . Gon . Not only , sir ...
... hold my tongue ; so your face [ to Gon . ] bids me , though you say nothing . Mum , mum ! " He that keeps nor crust nor crum , Weary of all , shall want some .'- That's a shealed peascod . [ pointing to Leur . Gon . Not only , sir ...
Pàgina 45
... hold our lives in mercy . - Oswald , I say ! Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust too far : Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart : What he hath utter'd , I have ...
... hold our lives in mercy . - Oswald , I say ! Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust too far : Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart : What he hath utter'd , I have ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Alack art thou banished BENVOLIO blood Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool France FRIAR LAURENCE gentleman give Glos Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave LADY CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married master Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'er Paris poor Pr'ythee pray prince Regan ROMEO AND JULIET Samp SCENE Servants SHAK sirrah sister slain sleep speak stand stay Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt Verona vex'd villain weep word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 128 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Pàgina 75 - 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.
Pàgina 204 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Pàgina 27 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
Pàgina 203 - 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 28 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behavior,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun. the moon, and the stars...
Pàgina 127 - A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Pàgina 207 - Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say
Pàgina 211 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say— good night, till it be morrow.
Pàgina 158 - Lear 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'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never.