The complete works of Shakspere, with a memoir, and essay, by Barry Cornwall. Historical and critical studies of Shakspere's text [&c.] by R.G. White, R.H. Horne, and other writers, Volum 1 |
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Pàgina 2
... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
Pàgina 15
... tell me , Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . Claribel . Ant . She that is Queen of Tunis : she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples Can have no note , unless the sun were post ( The man i ' the moon ' s ...
... tell me , Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . Claribel . Ant . She that is Queen of Tunis : she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples Can have no note , unless the sun were post ( The man i ' the moon ' s ...
Pàgina 20
... Tell not me ; -when the butt is out , we will drink water ; not a drop before : therefore bear up , and board ' em : Servant - monster , drink to me . Trin . Servant - monster ? the folly of this island ! They say , there's but five ...
... Tell not me ; -when the butt is out , we will drink water ; not a drop before : therefore bear up , and board ' em : Servant - monster , drink to me . Trin . Servant - monster ? the folly of this island ! They say , there's but five ...
Pàgina 42
... tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie , for catching cold . Jul . I see you have a month's mind to them . Luc . Ay , madam ...
... tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie , for catching cold . Jul . I see you have a month's mind to them . Luc . Ay , madam ...
Pàgina 43
... tell me , do you know Madam Silvia ? Speed . She that your worship loves ? Val . Why , how know you that I am in love ? Speed . Marry , by these special marks : First , you have learned , like Sir Proteus , to wreath your arms , like a ...
... tell me , do you know Madam Silvia ? Speed . She that your worship loves ? Val . Why , how know you that I am in love ? Speed . Marry , by these special marks : First , you have learned , like Sir Proteus , to wreath your arms , like a ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 411 - 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 545 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up : it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof : an image was before mine eyes ; there was silence, and I heard a voice...
Pàgina xxiii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Pàgina xliv - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pàgina iii - Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
Pàgina 311 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us,...
Pàgina 419 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...