The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volum 8F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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Pàgina 62
... Doth from my senses take all feeling else , Save what beats there . - Filial ingratitude ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand , For lifting food to't ? -But I will punish home : - No , I will weep no more . - In such a night ...
... Doth from my senses take all feeling else , Save what beats there . - Filial ingratitude ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand , For lifting food to't ? -But I will punish home : - No , I will weep no more . - In such a night ...
Pàgina 66
... doth hate what gets it . Edg . Poor Tom's a - cold . Glo . Go in with me ; my duty cannot suffer To obey in all your daughters ' hard commands : Though their injunction be to bar my doors , And let this tyrannous night take hold upon ...
... doth hate what gets it . Edg . Poor Tom's a - cold . Glo . Go in with me ; my duty cannot suffer To obey in all your daughters ' hard commands : Though their injunction be to bar my doors , And let this tyrannous night take hold upon ...
Pàgina 72
... doth o'erskip , When grief hath mates , and bearing fellowship . How light and portable my pain seems now , When that , which makes me bend , makes the king bow ; He childed , as I father'd ! -Tom , away : Mark the high noises ; and ...
... doth o'erskip , When grief hath mates , and bearing fellowship . How light and portable my pain seems now , When that , which makes me bend , makes the king bow ; He childed , as I father'd ! -Tom , away : Mark the high noises ; and ...
Pàgina 79
... doth not feel , feel your power quickly ; So distribution should undo excess , And each man have enough .-- Dost thou know Dover ? Edg . Ay , master . Glo . There is a cliff , whose high and bending head Looks fearfully in the confined ...
... doth not feel , feel your power quickly ; So distribution should undo excess , And each man have enough .-- Dost thou know Dover ? Edg . Ay , master . Glo . There is a cliff , whose high and bending head Looks fearfully in the confined ...
Pàgina 82
... doth shield thee . Gon . Marry , your manhood now ! Enter a Messenger . Alb . What news ? Mess . O , my good lord , the duke of Cornwall's dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster's eyes ...
... doth shield thee . Gon . Marry , your manhood now ! Enter a Messenger . Alb . What news ? Mess . O , my good lord , the duke of Cornwall's dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster's eyes ...
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Alack art thou Benvolio better blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daugh daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fool Fortinbras foul Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes lago Lear look lord madam Mantua marry matter Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello poison'd Polonius poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE soul speak Stew sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast to-night Tybalt villain What's wife wilt
Passatges populars
Pàgina 341 - 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 187 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 230 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Pàgina 19 - 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: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Pàgina 273 - I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Pàgina 281 - 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 406 - 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, Oth.
Pàgina 8 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty: Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Pàgina 279 - 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.
Pàgina 151 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name ! that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet ; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.