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Pàgina 137
3 Lord . He has the very foul of bounty . Tim . And now I remember , my Lord , you
gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on . " Tin yours , because
you lik'd it , 2 Lord . Oh , I beseech you , pardon me , my Lord , in that . Tim .
3 Lord . He has the very foul of bounty . Tim . And now I remember , my Lord , you
gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on . " Tin yours , because
you lik'd it , 2 Lord . Oh , I beseech you , pardon me , my Lord , in that . Tim .
Pàgina 142
My Lord , here is a note of certain dues . Tim . Dues ? whence are you ? Cap . Of
Athens here , my Lord . Tim . Go to my Steward . Cap . Please it your Lordship ,
he hath put me off To the succesfion of new days , this month : My matter is ...
My Lord , here is a note of certain dues . Tim . Dues ? whence are you ? Cap . Of
Athens here , my Lord . Tim . Go to my Steward . Cap . Please it your Lordship ,
he hath put me off To the succesfion of new days , this month : My matter is ...
Pàgina 151
But believe you this , my Lord , that not long ago one of his men was with the Lord
Lucullus , to bore row fifty talents , nay , urg'd extremely for't , and shewed what
necessity belong'd to't , and yet was deny'd . Luc . How ? ! . 2 Stran . I tell you ...
But believe you this , my Lord , that not long ago one of his men was with the Lord
Lucullus , to bore row fifty talents , nay , urg'd extremely for't , and shewed what
necessity belong'd to't , and yet was deny'd . Luc . How ? ! . 2 Stran . I tell you ...
Pàgina 157
For take it of my soul , My Lord leans wondrously to discontent : His comfortable
temper has forfook him , He is much out of health , and keeps his chamber . Luc .
Many do keep their chambers , are not sick : And if he be so far beyond his ...
For take it of my soul , My Lord leans wondrously to discontent : His comfortable
temper has forfook him , He is much out of health , and keeps his chamber . Luc .
Many do keep their chambers , are not sick : And if he be so far beyond his ...
Pàgina 158
Five thousand crowns , my Lord . Tim . Five thousand drops pay that . What yours
-- and yours ? Var . My Lord Cap . My Lord Tim . Here tear me ,. take me , and the
gods fall on you . [ Exit . Hor . Faith , I perceive , our masters may throw their ...
Five thousand crowns , my Lord . Tim . Five thousand drops pay that . What yours
-- and yours ? Var . My Lord Cap . My Lord Tim . Here tear me ,. take me , and the
gods fall on you . [ Exit . Hor . Faith , I perceive , our masters may throw their ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 94 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Pàgina 305 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Pàgina 302 - 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.
Pàgina 306 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Pàgina 19 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Pàgina 296 - 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 53 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Pàgina 471 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Pàgina 304 - Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Pàgina 309 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volum 6 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Editor | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 4 Gen. 2007 |
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