The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 8 |
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Pàgina 14
A right good marks - man ; -- and she's fair , I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz
, is soonest hit . Rom . But , in that hit , you miss ; -- she'll not be hit With Cupia's
arrow ; The hath ' Dian's wit : And , in strong proof of chastity well arm'd , From ...
A right good marks - man ; -- and she's fair , I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz
, is soonest hit . Rom . But , in that hit , you miss ; -- she'll not be hit With Cupia's
arrow ; The hath ' Dian's wit : And , in strong proof of chastity well arm'd , From ...
Pàgina 23
( 10 ) She is the Fancy's midwife , and she comes In shape no bigger than an
agat - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman ; Drawn with a team of little
atomies , Athwart mens ' noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon - spokes made of
long ...
( 10 ) She is the Fancy's midwife , and she comes In shape no bigger than an
agat - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman ; Drawn with a team of little
atomies , Athwart mens ' noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon - spokes made of
long ...
Pàgina 71
Ay , Sir ; but she will none , she gives you I would , the fool were married to her
grave ! Cap . Soft , take me with you , take me with you , wife . How , will she none
? doth she not give us thanks ? Is she not proud , doth she not count her bleft ...
Ay , Sir ; but she will none , she gives you I would , the fool were married to her
grave ! Cap . Soft , take me with you , take me with you , wife . How , will she none
? doth she not give us thanks ? Is she not proud , doth she not count her bleft ...
Pàgina 302
When this advice is free I give , and honest , Likely to thinking , and , indeed , the
course To win the Moor again . For.'tis moft easy Th'inclining Desdemona to
subdue In any honest fuit ; she's fram'd as fruitful As the free elements . And then
for ...
When this advice is free I give , and honest , Likely to thinking , and , indeed , the
course To win the Moor again . For.'tis moft easy Th'inclining Desdemona to
subdue In any honest fuit ; she's fram'd as fruitful As the free elements . And then
for ...
Pàgina 362
She said so , I must needs report the truth . Oih . She's like a liar gone to burning
hell .; " Twas I , that kill'd her . fdevil Æmil . Oh , the more angel she , and you the
blacker Oth . She turn'd to folly , and she was a whore . Æmil . Thou dost bely her
...
She said so , I must needs report the truth . Oih . She's like a liar gone to burning
hell .; " Twas I , that kill'd her . fdevil Æmil . Oh , the more angel she , and you the
blacker Oth . She turn'd to folly , and she was a whore . Æmil . Thou dost bely her
...
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
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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.