The Personal Shakespeare, Volum 12Doubleday, Page, 1904 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 92.
Pàgina vii
... hand subdued to what it works in , " to Trinculo's allusion in The Tempest to the " holiday fools " of England , where " any strange beast makes a man ; -when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to ...
... hand subdued to what it works in , " to Trinculo's allusion in The Tempest to the " holiday fools " of England , where " any strange beast makes a man ; -when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to ...
Pàgina ix
... hand , to Lear , and a considerable part of the last three acts may well have been written at the same time as that tragedy , about the year 1606. But the main interest of the drama , as a study of a husband's unworthy jealousy of a ...
... hand , to Lear , and a considerable part of the last three acts may well have been written at the same time as that tragedy , about the year 1606. But the main interest of the drama , as a study of a husband's unworthy jealousy of a ...
Pàgina 4
... hand . For which , their Father Then old , and fond of yssue , tooke such sorrow That he quit Being ; and his gentle Lady 39. Cassibulan : Cassibelan , and so throughout - 2-4F . 50 Bigge of this Gentleman ( our Theame ) deceast 4 I. i ...
... hand . For which , their Father Then old , and fond of yssue , tooke such sorrow That he quit Being ; and his gentle Lady 39. Cassibulan : Cassibelan , and so throughout - 2-4F . 50 Bigge of this Gentleman ( our Theame ) deceast 4 I. i ...
Pàgina 10
... hand . Qu . I am very glad on't . 200 Imo . Your Son's my Fathers friend , he takes his part To draw upon an Exile . O brave Sir , 210 I would they were in Affricke both together , My selfe by with a Needle , that I might pricke The ...
... hand . Qu . I am very glad on't . 200 Imo . Your Son's my Fathers friend , he takes his part To draw upon an Exile . O brave Sir , 210 I would they were in Affricke both together , My selfe by with a Needle , that I might pricke The ...
Pàgina 16
... hand in hand comparison , had beene something too faire , and too good for any Lady in Britanie ; if she went before others . I have seene as that Diamond of yours out - lusters many I have beheld , I could not beleeve she excelled many ...
... hand in hand comparison , had beene something too faire , and too good for any Lady in Britanie ; if she went before others . I have seene as that Diamond of yours out - lusters many I have beheld , I could not beleeve she excelled many ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Antigonus Ariell Arvi Arviragus ayre beare Belarius beleeve beseech blesse Bohemia Britaine Brother businesse Caliban Camillo Cardinall Cham Clot Cloten Court Cymbeline daughter Divell do's doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes falne farre Father feare Friend Gent Gentleman give Grace Guiderius ha's hath heare heart Heaven hee's heere Hermione Highnesse Honor i'th Iach Iachimo Imogen in't King Lady Leonatus Leontes Lord Lord Chamberlaine lov'd Madam Master Mistris Monster Musicke neere never Noble Norf o'th on't Paulina Pisa Pisanio pitty Polixenes Post Posthumus pray prethee Prince prose-POPE Prospero Queene Scena Shep shew Sir Thomas Lovell Sonne speake Stratford-on-Avon Sunne sweet Sycorax thee There's thing thinke thou art thou hast thy selfe Trinculo Tryall Vertue Villaine Wee'l Winter's Tale you'l
Passatges populars
Pàgina 72 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pàgina 66 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pàgina 31 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Pàgina 62 - A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function. Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Pàgina 109 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Pàgina 45 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Pàgina 61 - 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 74 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Pàgina 71 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 74 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...