William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Volum 1S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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Pàgina 15
... tongues , Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! Enter Trinculo . Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me ... tongue with a tang , Would cry to a sailor , Go , hang : ( 4 ) A black jack of leather , to hold beer 5 ) The frock ...
... tongues , Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! Enter Trinculo . Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me ... tongue with a tang , Would cry to a sailor , Go , hang : ( 4 ) A black jack of leather , to hold beer 5 ) The frock ...
Pàgina 18
... tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig - And that most deeply to consider , is nity . Cal . I thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken ...
... tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig - And that most deeply to consider , is nity . Cal . I thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken ...
Pàgina 19
... tongue , ) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse . Praise in departing . Pro . Aside . No matter , since They have left their viands behind ; for we have stomachs.- Will't please you taste of what is here ? Alon . Fran . They vanish'd ...
... tongue , ) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse . Praise in departing . Pro . Aside . No matter , since They have left their viands behind ; for we have stomachs.- Will't please you taste of what is here ? Alon . Fran . They vanish'd ...
Pàgina 32
... tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . [ Exit Julia.my Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ; For truth hath better deeds , than words , to grace it ...
... tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . [ Exit Julia.my Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ; For truth hath better deeds , than words , to grace it ...
Pàgina 36
... tongue , I say , is no man , If with his tongue he cannot win a woman . Duke . But she , I mean , is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; And kept severely from resort of men , That no man hath access by day to ...
... tongue , I say , is no man , If with his tongue he cannot win a woman . Duke . But she , I mean , is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; And kept severely from resort of men , That no man hath access by day to ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 193 - 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, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Pàgina 155 - These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Pàgina 429 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Pàgina 202 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Pàgina 327 - 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. — But in these cases, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice...
Pàgina 193 - 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 105 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Pàgina 23 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Pàgina 23 - 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 342 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.