The Works of William ShakspereRoutledge, 1868 - 764 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... hither brought with And here was left by the sailors : Thou , my slave , As thou report'st thyself , wast then her servant : And , for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands , Refusing her grand hests ...
... hither brought with And here was left by the sailors : Thou , my slave , As thou report'st thyself , wast then her servant : And , for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands , Refusing her grand hests ...
Pàgina 8
... hither ? swear by this bottle , how thou camest hither . I escaped upon a butt of sack , which the sailors heaved overboard , by this bottle ! which I made of the bark of a tree , with mine own hands , since I was cast a - shore . Cal ...
... hither ? swear by this bottle , how thou camest hither . I escaped upon a butt of sack , which the sailors heaved overboard , by this bottle ! which I made of the bark of a tree , with mine own hands , since I was cast a - shore . Cal ...
Pàgina 11
... hither , to this short - grass'd green ? Iris . A contract of true love to celebrate ; And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers . Cer . If Venus , or her son , as thou dost know , Tell me , heavenly bow , The means that ...
... hither , to this short - grass'd green ? Iris . A contract of true love to celebrate ; And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers . Cer . If Venus , or her son , as thou dost know , Tell me , heavenly bow , The means that ...
Pàgina 12
... hither from the furrow , and be merry ; Make holiday : your rye - straw hats put on , And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing . Enter certain Reapers , properly habited ; they join with the Nymphs in a graceful ...
... hither from the furrow , and be merry ; Make holiday : your rye - straw hats put on , And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing . Enter certain Reapers , properly habited ; they join with the Nymphs in a graceful ...
Pàgina 14
... hither ? From strange to stranger : -Say , how came you Boats . If I did think , sir , I were well awake , I ' d strive to tell you . We were dead of sleep , And ( how , we know not , ) all clapp'd under hatches , Where , but even now ...
... hither ? From strange to stranger : -Say , how came you Boats . If I did think , sir , I were well awake , I ' d strive to tell you . We were dead of sleep , And ( how , we know not , ) all clapp'd under hatches , Where , but even now ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Alarum Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal shame signior sir John Sir John Falstaff Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 137 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes, Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice...
Pàgina 195 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pàgina 385 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this...
Pàgina 133 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am. Though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish myself much better, yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich, That only to stand high in your account I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account.
Pàgina 148 - sa stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms : Then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Pàgina 124 - Andrew dock'd in sand Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs To kiss her burial. Should I go to church And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side Would scatter all her spices on the stream...
Pàgina 323 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Pàgina 125 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.