The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volum 3F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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Pàgina 10
... grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him : my imagination Carries no favour in it , but Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If Bertram be away . It were all one , That ...
... grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him : my imagination Carries no favour in it , but Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If Bertram be away . It were all one , That ...
Pàgina 21
... grace itself , I swear . You know , my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects , such as his reading , And manifest experience , had collected For general sovereignty ; and that he will'd me In heedfullest ...
... grace itself , I swear . You know , my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects , such as his reading , And manifest experience , had collected For general sovereignty ; and that he will'd me In heedfullest ...
Pàgina 22
... grace's cure , By such a day , and hour . Count . Dost thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave , and love , Means , and attendants , and my loving greetings To those of mine in ...
... grace's cure , By such a day , and hour . Count . Dost thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave , and love , Means , and attendants , and my loving greetings To those of mine in ...
Pàgina 23
... grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady That doth my life besiege . Farewell , young lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen ; let higher Italy ...
... grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady That doth my life besiege . Farewell , young lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen ; let higher Italy ...
Pàgina 28
... grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring : Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist Hesperus3 hath quench'd his sleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass ...
... grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring : Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist Hesperus3 hath quench'd his sleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the is't Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Narbon never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister Siward speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife Witch
Passatges populars
Pàgina 245 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, 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 418 - 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 367 - 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 366 - 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.
Pàgina 365 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Pàgina 184 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.
Pàgina 365 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Pàgina 370 - Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Pàgina 361 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Pàgina 233 - I would there were no age between ten(^ and threeand-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest ; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting — Hark you now ! — Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and twoand twenty hunt this weather?