The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volum 8 |
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Pàgina 30
... sweet fool ? Lear . No , lad ; teach me . Fool . That lord , that counsel'd thee To give away thy land , Come place him here by me , — Or do thou for him stand : The sweet and bitter fool Will presently appear ; The one in motley here ...
... sweet fool ? Lear . No , lad ; teach me . Fool . That lord , that counsel'd thee To give away thy land , Come place him here by me , — Or do thou for him stand : The sweet and bitter fool Will presently appear ; The one in motley here ...
Pàgina 39
... sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! Enter Gentleman . How now ! are the horses ready ? Gent . Ready , my lord . Lear . Come , boy . Fool . She that is maid now , and laughs at my depar- ture , Shall not be a maid ...
... sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! Enter Gentleman . How now ! are the horses ready ? Gent . Ready , my lord . Lear . Come , boy . Fool . She that is maid now , and laughs at my depar- ture , Shall not be a maid ...
Pàgina 59
... sweet sway Allow obedience , if yourselves are old , Make it your cause ; send down , and take my part ! - to scant my sizes , ] To contract my allowances or propor- tions settled . Sizes are certain portions of bread , beer , or other ...
... sweet sway Allow obedience , if yourselves are old , Make it your cause ; send down , and take my part ! - to scant my sizes , ] To contract my allowances or propor- tions settled . Sizes are certain portions of bread , beer , or other ...
Pàgina 73
... sweet heart on proud array : Tom's a - cold . Lear . What hast thou been ? Edg . A serving - man , proud in heart and mind ; that curled my hair ; wore gloves in my cap , served the lust of my mistress's heart , and did the act of ...
... sweet heart on proud array : Tom's a - cold . Lear . What hast thou been ? Edg . A serving - man , proud in heart and mind ; that curled my hair ; wore gloves in my cap , served the lust of my mistress's heart , and did the act of ...
Pàgina 80
... Sweet - heart , see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them : - Avaunt , you curs ! Be thy mouth or black or white , Tooth that poisons if it bite ; Mastiff , grey - hound , mongrel grim , Hound , or spaniel , brach ...
... Sweet - heart , see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them : - Avaunt , you curs ! Be thy mouth or black or white , Tooth that poisons if it bite ; Mastiff , grey - hound , mongrel grim , Hound , or spaniel , brach ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
ancient art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare signifies soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain wife word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 399 - 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.
Pàgina 325 - 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 314 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
Pàgina 112 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pàgina 286 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And.
Pàgina 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pàgina 339 - 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 business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
Pàgina 118 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Pàgina 306 - ... this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Pàgina 386 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that 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?