The Plays, Volum 9Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Pàgina 5
... true , sir . 2 Gent . I do well believe you . 1 Gent . We must forbear : Here comes the and princess . queen , [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . Enter the Queen , Posthumus , and Imogen . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me ...
... true , sir . 2 Gent . I do well believe you . 1 Gent . We must forbear : Here comes the and princess . queen , [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . Enter the Queen , Posthumus , and Imogen . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me ...
Pàgina 10
... true election , she is damned . [ Aside . 1 Lord . Sir , as I told you always , her beauty and her brain go not together * : She's a good sign , but I have seen small reflection of her wit † . Her beauty and sense are not equal . To ...
... true election , she is damned . [ Aside . 1 Lord . Sir , as I told you always , her beauty and her brain go not together * : She's a good sign , but I have seen small reflection of her wit † . Her beauty and sense are not equal . To ...
Pàgina 25
... true ( As I have such a heart , that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse , ) if it be true , How should I be reveng'd ? Iach . Should he make me Live like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets ; Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps ...
... true ( As I have such a heart , that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse , ) if it be true , How should I be reveng'd ? Iach . Should he make me Live like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets ; Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps ...
Pàgina 33
... Diana's rangers false themselves , yield up Their deer to the stand of the stealer ; and ' tis gold * With solicitations not only proper but well - timed . Which makes the true man kill'd , and saves the SCENE III . ] CYMBELINE . 33.
... Diana's rangers false themselves , yield up Their deer to the stand of the stealer ; and ' tis gold * With solicitations not only proper but well - timed . Which makes the true man kill'd , and saves the SCENE III . ] CYMBELINE . 33.
Pàgina 34
William Shakespeare. Which makes the true man kill'd , and saves the thief ; Nay , sometime , hangs both thief and true man : What Can it not do , and undo ? I will make One of her women lawyer to me ; for I yet not undertand the case ...
William Shakespeare. Which makes the true man kill'd , and saves the thief ; Nay , sometime , hangs both thief and true man : What Can it not do , and undo ? I will make One of her women lawyer to me ; for I yet not undertand the case ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother call'd Chiron Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths grace Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus villain Сут
Passatges populars
Pàgina 297 - ... 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 : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Pàgina 380 - 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 we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Pàgina 78 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Pàgina 77 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath : the ruddock would.
Pàgina 375 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave : — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Pàgina 114 - This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expense of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
Pàgina 369 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
Pàgina 366 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge. That on th...
Pàgina 332 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger. O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks. — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Pàgina 286 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.