Dramatic WorksRichard Griffin and Company, 1861 - 864 pàgines |
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Pàgina 7
... bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dear'st o ' th ' loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the ...
... bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dear'st o ' th ' loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the ...
Pàgina 9
... bringing wood in slowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance he will not mind me . Trin . Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear ... bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now , and does not talk after the wisest . He shall taste of my ...
... bringing wood in slowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance he will not mind me . Trin . Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear ... bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now , and does not talk after the wisest . He shall taste of my ...
Pàgina 10
... bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts , Show thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet . I'll bring thee To clustering filberds ; and sometimes I'll get thee Young ...
... bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts , Show thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet . I'll bring thee To clustering filberds ; and sometimes I'll get thee Young ...
Pàgina 12
... bring thee forth brave brood . Ste . Monster , I will kill this man : his daugh- ter and I will be King and Queen ; ( save our graces ! ) and Trinculo and thyself shall be vice- roys . - Dost thou like the plot , Trinculo ? Trin ...
... bring thee forth brave brood . Ste . Monster , I will kill this man : his daugh- ter and I will be King and Queen ; ( save our graces ! ) and Trinculo and thyself shall be vice- roys . - Dost thou like the plot , Trinculo ? Trin ...
Pàgina 13
... bring the rabble , O'er whom I give thee pow'r , here , to this place : Incite them to quick motion ; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art : it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari ...
... bring the rabble , O'er whom I give thee pow'r , here , to this place : Incite them to quick motion ; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art : it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 300 - To be, or not to be, — that is the question : — Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of...
Pàgina 186 - Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Pàgina 324 - Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pàgina 443 - 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 122 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pàgina 373 - This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars ; as if we were villains by 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...
Pàgina 103 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pàgina 301 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters,...
Pàgina 355 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pàgina 323 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...