The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Pàgina 117
Till then fit ftill , my soul : foul deeds will rise ( Tho'all the earth o'erwhelm them ) to
men's eyes . [ Exit . SCENE changes to an Apartment in Polonius's House . Enter
Laertes and Ophelia . Laer . Y neceflaries are imbark'd , farewel ; And , fister ...
Till then fit ftill , my soul : foul deeds will rise ( Tho'all the earth o'erwhelm them ) to
men's eyes . [ Exit . SCENE changes to an Apartment in Polonius's House . Enter
Laertes and Ophelia . Laer . Y neceflaries are imbark'd , farewel ; And , fister ...
Pàgina 173
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites ; How in my words foever she be shent ,
To give them seals never my soul consent ! ( Exit , Enter King , Rosincrantz , and
Guildenstern , King : I like him not , nor stands it safe with us To let his madness ...
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites ; How in my words foever she be shent ,
To give them seals never my soul consent ! ( Exit , Enter King , Rosincrantz , and
Guildenstern , King : I like him not , nor stands it safe with us To let his madness ...
Pàgina 197
His beurd was as white as snow , All flaxen was his pole : He is gone , he is gone
, and we cast away mones Gramercy on his soul ! And of all christian souls ! God
b'w'ye . [ Exit Ophelia , Laer . Do you see this , you Gods ! King . Laertes , I must ...
His beurd was as white as snow , All flaxen was his pole : He is gone , he is gone
, and we cast away mones Gramercy on his soul ! And of all christian souls ! God
b'w'ye . [ Exit Ophelia , Laer . Do you see this , you Gods ! King . Laertes , I must ...
Pàgina 285
Perdition catch my soul , ( 22 ) But I do love thee ; and when I love thee not ,
Chaos is come again . lago . My noble Lord , Oth . What dost thou say , Iago ?
Iago . Did Michael Celio , when you woo'd my lady , Know of your love ? Oth . He
did ...
Perdition catch my soul , ( 22 ) But I do love thee ; and when I love thee not ,
Chaos is come again . lago . My noble Lord , Oth . What dost thou say , Iago ?
Iago . Did Michael Celio , when you woo'd my lady , Know of your love ? Oth . He
did ...
Pàgina 336
I will play the swan , And die in musick ; Willow , Willow , Willow Moor , she was
chaste ; she lov'd thee , cruel Moor ; So come my soul to bliss , as I speak true ;
So speaking as I think , alas , I die . [ Æmilia dies . Oth . I have another weapon in
...
I will play the swan , And die in musick ; Willow , Willow , Willow Moor , she was
chaste ; she lov'd thee , cruel Moor ; So come my soul to bliss , as I speak true ;
So speaking as I think , alas , I die . [ Æmilia dies . Oth . I have another weapon in
...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Æmil againſt bear blood Caffio Capulet changes Clown comes daughter dead dear death Deſdemona doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall Farewel father fear firſt follow foul give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heav'n himſelf hold houſe huſband I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer lago leave letter light live look Lord marry matter means Moor moſt mother murder muſt nature never night noble Nurſe Othello play poor pray Prince Printed Queen Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet tell thee there's theſe thing thoſe thou thou art thought true uſe villain watch whoſe wife young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 32 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Pàgina 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pàgina 251 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Pàgina 210 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Pàgina 114 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Pàgina 175 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
Pàgina 160 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pàgina 120 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Pàgina 66 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 36 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 8 The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Hubert François Gravelot |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 29 Des. 2006 |
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