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Pàgina 3
Is not this your son , my lord ? Glo . His breeding , sir , hath been at my charge : I bave so often blush'd to acknowledge him , that now I am brazed to it . Kent . I cannot conceive you . Glo . Sir , this young fellow's mother could ...
Is not this your son , my lord ? Glo . His breeding , sir , hath been at my charge : I bave so often blush'd to acknowledge him , that now I am brazed to it . Kent . I cannot conceive you . Glo . Sir , this young fellow's mother could ...
Pàgina 5
Nothing , my lord . Lear . Nothing ? Cor . Nothing . Lear . Nothing can come of nothing : speak again . Cor . Únbappy that I am , I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more , nor less .
Nothing , my lord . Lear . Nothing ? Cor . Nothing . Lear . Nothing can come of nothing : speak again . Cor . Únbappy that I am , I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more , nor less .
Pàgina 6
Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , lov'd me : I Return those duties back as are right fit , Obey you , love you , and most honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if they say , They love you , all ?
Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , lov'd me : I Return those duties back as are right fit , Obey you , love you , and most honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if they say , They love you , all ?
Pàgina 8
My lord of Burgondy , [ lord . We first address towards you , who with this king Hath rivalld for our daughter ; What , in the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of love ? Bur .
My lord of Burgondy , [ lord . We first address towards you , who with this king Hath rivalld for our daughter ; What , in the least , Will you require in present dower with her , Or cease your quest of love ? Bur .
Pàgina 13
Edm . Nothing , my lord . Glo . No ! What needed then that terrible despatch of it into your pocket ? the quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself . Let's see : Come , if it be nothing , I shall not need spectacles .
Edm . Nothing , my lord . Glo . No ! What needed then that terrible despatch of it into your pocket ? the quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself . Let's see : Come , if it be nothing , I shall not need spectacles .
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No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 194 - 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 85 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful...
Pàgina 89 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness : So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Pàgina 125 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Pàgina 367 - A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at. — O ! O ! Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : But there, where I have garner'd up my heart ; Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence...
Pàgina 308 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Pàgina 6 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Pàgina 129 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime 's by action dignified.
Pàgina 155 - 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 251 - A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volum 8 The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 28 Des. 2006 |
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