The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Volum 1S. Andrus, 1829 |
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Pàgina 43
... palace . Enter Thurio , Proteus , and Julia . Thu. Sir Proteus , what says Silvia to my suit ? ( 3 ) Head - dress . ( 4 ) Respectable . ( 5 ) Safe . Pist . Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs Scene I , II . 43 TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
... palace . Enter Thurio , Proteus , and Julia . Thu. Sir Proteus , what says Silvia to my suit ? ( 3 ) Head - dress . ( 4 ) Respectable . ( 5 ) Safe . Pist . Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs Scene I , II . 43 TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
Pàgina 48
... Pist . He hears with ears . Eva . The tevil and his tam ! what phrase is this , He hears with ear ? Why , it is affectatious . Fal . Pistol , did you pick master Slender's purse ? Slen . Ay , by these gloves , did he ( or I would I ...
... Pist . He hears with ears . Eva . The tevil and his tam ! what phrase is this , He hears with ear ? Why , it is affectatious . Fal . Pistol , did you pick master Slender's purse ? Slen . Ay , by these gloves , did he ( or I would I ...
Pàgina 50
... Pist . Convey , the wise it call : steal ! foh ; a fico for the phrase ! Fal . Well , sirs , I am almost out at heels . Pist . Why then let kibes ensue . Pist . Then did the sun on dunghill shine . Nym . I thank thee for that humour ...
... Pist . Convey , the wise it call : steal ! foh ; a fico for the phrase ! Fal . Well , sirs , I am almost out at heels . Pist . Why then let kibes ensue . Pist . Then did the sun on dunghill shine . Nym . I thank thee for that humour ...
Pàgina 52
... against this greasy knight : come hither . [ They retire . Enter Ford , Pistol , Page , and Nym . Ford . Well , I hope , it be not so . ( 4 ) Caution . Pist . The horn , I say : farewell . 52 Act If . MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
... against this greasy knight : come hither . [ They retire . Enter Ford , Pistol , Page , and Nym . Ford . Well , I hope , it be not so . ( 4 ) Caution . Pist . The horn , I say : farewell . 52 Act If . MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
Pàgina 53
... Pist . The horn , I say : farewell . Take heed , ere summer comes , or cuckoo - birds do confident : I would have ... Pist . Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs : Sir John affects thy wife . Ford . Why , sir , my wife is not ...
... Pist . The horn , I say : farewell . Take heed , ere summer comes , or cuckoo - birds do confident : I would have ... Pist . Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs : Sir John affects thy wife . Ford . Why , sir , my wife is not ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 209 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — 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.
Pàgina 100 - 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 446 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Pàgina 209 - All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Pàgina 23 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Pàgina 320 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Pàgina 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Pàgina 334 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pàgina 320 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.