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Pàgina 16
For what , I pray thee ? Rom . For your broken shin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou
mad ? Rom . Not mad , but bound more than a mad - man is : : Shut up in prison ,
kept without my food , Whipt and tormented ; and - Good e'en , good fellow .
For what , I pray thee ? Rom . For your broken shin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou
mad ? Rom . Not mad , but bound more than a mad - man is : : Shut up in prison ,
kept without my food , Whipt and tormented ; and - Good e'en , good fellow .
Pàgina 28
Ay , pilgrim , lips that they must use in prayer . Rom . O then , dear faint , let lips
do what hands do : They pray , ( grant thou ) lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints
do not move , yet grant for prayers ' lake . Rom . I hen move not , while my prayers
...
Ay , pilgrim , lips that they must use in prayer . Rom . O then , dear faint , let lips
do what hands do : They pray , ( grant thou ) lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints
do not move , yet grant for prayers ' lake . Rom . I hen move not , while my prayers
...
Pàgina 185
Ne'er alone Did the King figh ; but with a general groan . King . Arm you , I pray
you , to this speedy voyage ; For we will fetters put upon this fear , Which now
goes too free - footed . Bork . We will hafte us . [ Exeunt Gentlemen , Enter
Polonius .
Ne'er alone Did the King figh ; but with a general groan . King . Arm you , I pray
you , to this speedy voyage ; For we will fetters put upon this fear , Which now
goes too free - footed . Bork . We will hafte us . [ Exeunt Gentlemen , Enter
Polonius .
Pàgina 240
Here , Hamlıt , take my napkin , rub thy brows ; The Queen carouses to thy fortune
, Hamlet . Ham . Good Madam , King . Gertrude , do not drink . Queen . I will , my
Lord ; I pray you , pardon me . King . It is the poison'd cup , it is too late . [ Afide .
Here , Hamlıt , take my napkin , rub thy brows ; The Queen carouses to thy fortune
, Hamlet . Ham . Good Madam , King . Gertrude , do not drink . Queen . I will , my
Lord ; I pray you , pardon me . King . It is the poison'd cup , it is too late . [ Afide .
Pàgina 270
... Took once a pliant hour , and found good means To draw froin her a pray'r of
earnelt heart , That I would all my pilgrimage dilate ; Whereof by parcels she had
something heard , Dut not distinctively : I did consent , And thought fit to throw out
...
... Took once a pliant hour , and found good means To draw froin her a pray'r of
earnelt heart , That I would all my pilgrimage dilate ; Whereof by parcels she had
something heard , Dut not distinctively : I did consent , And thought fit to throw out
...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Æmil againſt Author bear beauty blood comes daughter dead dear death Deſdemona doth Duke earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear firſt follow foul give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heav'n himſelf hold honour I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer lago leave letter light live look Lord married matter means mind Moor moſt mother muſt myſelf nature never night noble Nurſe once Othello play Poet poor pray Printed Queen reaſon Romeo ſaid ſay SCENE ſee ſeems ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought true uſe villain whoſe wife young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 239 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Pàgina 25 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 131 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Pàgina 185 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Pàgina 193 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Pàgina 228 - I have kissed 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 168 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Pàgina 269 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Pàgina 39 - 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.
Pàgina 34 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 8 The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | H. Woodfall, 1767 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 4 Gen. 2007 |
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