Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Part 33,Volum 8 |
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Pàgina 24
... the Arabian bird ; and I Have lost the wager . Boldness be my Arm me , audacity , from head to foot ! Or , like the Parthian , I shall flying fight ; Rather , directly fly . [ Aside . Imo . [ Reads . ] ' He is one 24 [ ACT I. CYMBELINE .
... the Arabian bird ; and I Have lost the wager . Boldness be my Arm me , audacity , from head to foot ! Or , like the Parthian , I shall flying fight ; Rather , directly fly . [ Aside . Imo . [ Reads . ] ' He is one 24 [ ACT I. CYMBELINE .
Pàgina 61
... head have ear in music - doubtless With joy he will embrace you ; for he's honourable , And , doubling that , most holy . Your means abroad , You have me , rich ; and I will never fail Beginning , nor supplyment . Imo . Thou art all the ...
... head have ear in music - doubtless With joy he will embrace you ; for he's honourable , And , doubling that , most holy . Your means abroad , You have me , rich ; and I will never fail Beginning , nor supplyment . Imo . Thou art all the ...
Pàgina 63
... head , from whence he moves His war for Britain . Queen . ' Tis not sleepy business ; But must be look'd to speedily and strongly . Cym . Our expectation that it would be thus Hath made us forward . But , my gentle queen , Where is our ...
... head , from whence he moves His war for Britain . Queen . ' Tis not sleepy business ; But must be look'd to speedily and strongly . Cym . Our expectation that it would be thus Hath made us forward . But , my gentle queen , Where is our ...
Pàgina 72
... single oppositions : yet this imperceiverant thing1 loves him in my despite . What mortality is ! Posthumus , thy head , which now is growing upon thy shoulders , shall within this hour be. SCENE I. - Wales . The Forest , near the Cave .
... single oppositions : yet this imperceiverant thing1 loves him in my despite . What mortality is ! Posthumus , thy head , which now is growing upon thy shoulders , shall within this hour be. SCENE I. - Wales . The Forest , near the Cave .
Pàgina 77
... head . Gui . This Cloten was a fool , an empty purse— There was no money in ' t : not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains , for he had none : Yet I not doing this , the fool had borne My head , as I do his . Bel . What hast thou ...
... head . Gui . This Cloten was a fool , an empty purse— There was no money in ' t : not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains , for he had none : Yet I not doing this , the fool had borne My head , as I do his . Bel . What hast thou ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Antenor ARVIRAGUS BELARIUS better blood brother Calchas Cloten Cordelia Corn Cres Cressida CYMBELINE daughter dear DEIPHOBUS Diomed DIOMEDES dost doth EDGAR Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Grecian Greeks GUIDERIUS hast hath hear heart heavens Hect Hector Helen honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lear Leonatus look lord madam master Menelaus Milford Haven mistress Nestor night noble PANDARUS Patr Patroclus Pisanio poor Post Posthumus pray Priam prince Prithee queen Re-enter Regan SCENE servant Shakespeare shew sister speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art Troilus TROILUS AND CRESSIDA Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss villain What's word worth Сут
Passatges populars
Pàgina 84 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes. And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader ! set them down For sluttish spoils of opportunity, And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within. All. The Trojans
Pàgina 83 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pàgina 102 - Come, let's away to prison. We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage; When thou dost ask me blessing, 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...
Pàgina 61 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
Pàgina 10 - Lear. Let it be so, — thy truth, then, be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And, as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee, from this, for ever.
Pàgina 57 - tis slander ; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Pàgina 113 - Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost : O, let him pass ! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Pàgina 67 - The providence that's in a watchful state, Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold ; Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. There is a mystery (with whom relation § Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; Which hath an operation more divine, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to...
Pàgina 77 - Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues Have humbled to all strokes. That I am wretched Makes thee the happier. Heavens, deal so still. Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough.
Pàgina 66 - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours : For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by...