The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, Part 170,Volum 3 |
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Pàgina 16
... beauty's canker , thou mightst call him A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows , And strays about to find ' em . A thing divine ; for nothing natural MIRA . I might call him It goes on , I see , I ever saw so noble . PRO . [ Aside ...
... beauty's canker , thou mightst call him A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows , And strays about to find ' em . A thing divine ; for nothing natural MIRA . I might call him It goes on , I see , I ever saw so noble . PRO . [ Aside ...
Pàgina 32
... beauty of his daughter ; he himself Calls her a nonpareil : I never saw a woman , But only Sycorax my dam and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As great'st does least . Is it so brave a lass ? STE . CAL . Ay , lord ; she will ...
... beauty of his daughter ; he himself Calls her a nonpareil : I never saw a woman , But only Sycorax my dam and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax , As great'st does least . Is it so brave a lass ? STE . CAL . Ay , lord ; she will ...
Pàgina 58
... beauty , honour ; As much as child e'er lov'd , or father found ; A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable ; Beyond all manner of so much I love you . CORD . [ Aside . ] What shall Cordelia do ? + Love , and be silent . LEAR ...
... beauty , honour ; As much as child e'er lov'd , or father found ; A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable ; Beyond all manner of so much I love you . CORD . [ Aside . ] What shall Cordelia do ? + Love , and be silent . LEAR ...
Pàgina 80
... beauty , You fen - suck'd fogs , drawn by the pow'rful sun , To fall and blast her pride ! REG . O , the blest gods ! So will you wish on me , when the rash mood is on . LEAR . No , Regan , thou shalt never have my curse ; Thy tender ...
... beauty , You fen - suck'd fogs , drawn by the pow'rful sun , To fall and blast her pride ! REG . O , the blest gods ! So will you wish on me , when the rash mood is on . LEAR . No , Regan , thou shalt never have my curse ; Thy tender ...
Pàgina 121
... beauty of earliest manhood . Our eyes have been questioning him . Gifted as he is with high advantages of person , and further endowed by nature with a powerful intellect and a strong energetic will , even without any concurrence of ...
... beauty of earliest manhood . Our eyes have been questioning him . Gifted as he is with high advantages of person , and further endowed by nature with a powerful intellect and a strong energetic will , even without any concurrence of ...
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The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the ..., Part 168,Volum 1 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1858 |
The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the ..., Part 169,Volum 2 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1859 |
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
Passatges populars
Pàgina 438 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 362 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pàgina 344 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pàgina 707 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate...
Pàgina 361 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pàgina 116 - The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel , not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much , nor live so long.
Pàgina 294 - A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path...
Pàgina 367 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pàgina 496 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Pàgina 765 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from...