The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pàgina 13
... Doth speak fufficiently , he's gone to travel . Thal . How ! the king gone ! Hel . If further yet you will be satisfied , Why , as it were unlicens'd of your loves , He would depart , I'll give some light unto you . Being at Antioch ...
... Doth speak fufficiently , he's gone to travel . Thal . How ! the king gone ! Hel . If further yet you will be satisfied , Why , as it were unlicens'd of your loves , He would depart , I'll give some light unto you . Being at Antioch ...
Pàgina 29
... doth fit too melancholy , As if the entertainment in our court Had not a show might countervail his worth . Note it not you , Thaifa ? Thai . To me , my father ? Sim . What is it O , attend , my daughter ; Princes , in this , fhould ...
... doth fit too melancholy , As if the entertainment in our court Had not a show might countervail his worth . Note it not you , Thaifa ? Thai . To me , my father ? Sim . What is it O , attend , my daughter ; Princes , in this , fhould ...
Pàgina 39
William Shakespeare. The lady fhrieks , and , well - a - near ! Doth fall in travail with her fear : And what enfues in this fell ftorm , Shall , for itself , itself perform . I nill relate ; action may Conveniently the rest convey ...
William Shakespeare. The lady fhrieks , and , well - a - near ! Doth fall in travail with her fear : And what enfues in this fell ftorm , Shall , for itself , itself perform . I nill relate ; action may Conveniently the rest convey ...
Pàgina 42
... Doth my lord call ? Cer . Get fire and meat for these poor men ; It has been a turbulent and stormy night . Serv . I have been in many ; but fuch a night as this , Till now , I ne'er endur'd . Cer . Your mafter will be dead ere you ...
... Doth my lord call ? Cer . Get fire and meat for these poor men ; It has been a turbulent and stormy night . Serv . I have been in many ; but fuch a night as this , Till now , I ne'er endur'd . Cer . Your mafter will be dead ere you ...
Pàgina 47
... doth the sea she lies in , yet the end Must be as ' tis . My babe Marina ( whom For fhe was born at sea , I have nam'd fo ) here I charge your charity withal , and leave her The infant of your care ; befeeching you To give her princely ...
... doth the sea she lies in , yet the end Must be as ' tis . My babe Marina ( whom For fhe was born at sea , I have nam'd fo ) here I charge your charity withal , and leave her The infant of your care ; befeeching you To give her princely ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
Passatges populars
Pàgina 93 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Pàgina 18 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 52 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Pàgina 97 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Pàgina 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Pàgina 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Pàgina 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Pàgina 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Pàgina 98 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Pàgina 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.