The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volum 8F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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Pàgina 37
... never got him . [ Trumpets within . Hark , the duke's trumpets ! I know not why he comes : - All ports I'll bar ; the villain shall not ' scape ; The duke must grant me that : besides , his picture I will send far and near , that all ...
... never got him . [ Trumpets within . Hark , the duke's trumpets ! I know not why he comes : - All ports I'll bar ; the villain shall not ' scape ; The duke must grant me that : besides , his picture I will send far and near , that all ...
Pàgina 38
... never more Be fear'd of doing harm : make your own purpose , How in my strength you please . For you , Edmund , Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant So much commend itself , you shall be ours ; Natures of such deep trust we ...
... never more Be fear'd of doing harm : make your own purpose , How in my strength you please . For you , Edmund , Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant So much commend itself , you shall be ours ; Natures of such deep trust we ...
Pàgina 42
... Never any : It pleas'd the king his master , very late , To strike at me , upon his misconstruction ; When he , conjunct , and flattering his displeasure , Tripp'd me behind ; being down , insulted , rail'd , And put upon him such a ...
... Never any : It pleas'd the king his master , very late , To strike at me , upon his misconstruction ; When he , conjunct , and flattering his displeasure , Tripp'd me behind ; being down , insulted , rail'd , And put upon him such a ...
Pàgina 50
... Never , Regan She hath abated me of half my train ; Look'd black upon me ; struck me with her tongue , Most serpent - like , upon the very heart : - All the stor❜d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top ! Strike her young ...
... Never , Regan She hath abated me of half my train ; Look'd black upon me ; struck me with her tongue , Most serpent - like , upon the very heart : - All the stor❜d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top ! Strike her young ...
Pàgina 58
... never gave you kingdom , call'd you children , You owe me no subscription ; 4 why then , let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand , your slave , A poor , infirm , weak , and despis'd old man : - But yet I call you servile ...
... never gave you kingdom , call'd you children , You owe me no subscription ; 4 why then , let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand , your slave , A poor , infirm , weak , and despis'd old man : - But yet I call you servile ...
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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.