The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens.., Part 104,Volum 15H. Baldwin, 1793 |
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Pàgina 5
... thee to bed , Francifco . FRAN . For this relief , much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am fick at heart . BER . Have you had quiet guard ? FRAN . Not a mouse stirring . —me : ] i . e . me who am already on the watch , and have a ...
... thee to bed , Francifco . FRAN . For this relief , much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am fick at heart . BER . Have you had quiet guard ? FRAN . Not a mouse stirring . —me : ] i . e . me who am already on the watch , and have a ...
Pàgina 9
... thee off ; look , where it comes again ! Enter Ghost . BER . In the fame figure , like the king that's dead . MAR . Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . * BER . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Ho- ratio . HOR . Most like ...
... thee off ; look , where it comes again ! Enter Ghost . BER . In the fame figure , like the king that's dead . MAR . Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . * BER . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Ho- ratio . HOR . Most like ...
Pàgina 10
... thee , fpeak . MAR . It is offended . BER . See ! it ftalks away . [ Exit Ghoft . HOR . Stay ; fpeak ; speak I charge thee , speak . MAR . ' Tis gone , and will not answer . BER . How now , Horatio ? you tremble , and look pale : Is not ...
... thee , fpeak . MAR . It is offended . BER . See ! it ftalks away . [ Exit Ghoft . HOR . Stay ; fpeak ; speak I charge thee , speak . MAR . ' Tis gone , and will not answer . BER . How now , Horatio ? you tremble , and look pale : Is not ...
Pàgina 11
... thee hither brings , " Stay , paffenger , and wail the hap of kings . " This little ftone a great king's heart doth hold , " Who rul'd the fickle French and Polacks bold : " Whom , with a mighty warlike hoft attended , " With trait'rous ...
... thee hither brings , " Stay , paffenger , and wail the hap of kings . " This little ftone a great king's heart doth hold , " Who rul'd the fickle French and Polacks bold : " Whom , with a mighty warlike hoft attended , " With trait'rous ...
Pàgina 20
... thee do ease , and grace to me , Speak to me : If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , O , speak ! Or , if thou haft uphoarded ' in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth , For which ...
... thee do ease , and grace to me , Speak to me : If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , O , speak ! Or , if thou haft uphoarded ' in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth , For which ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 519 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Pàgina 52 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Pàgina 533 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Pàgina 120 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Pàgina 60 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Pàgina 342 - 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 178 - Nay, do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pàgina 527 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Pàgina 39 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Pàgina 631 - I'll smell it on the tree. — • [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword ! — One more, one more. — Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after : — One more, and this the last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal.