The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Pàgina 36
... Pray , sir , be patient . [ To GONERIL . Lear . Detested kite ! thou liest . My train are men of choice and rarest parts , That all particulars of duty know ; And in the most exact regard support The worships of their name . - O most ...
... Pray , sir , be patient . [ To GONERIL . Lear . Detested kite ! thou liest . My train are men of choice and rarest parts , That all particulars of duty know ; And in the most exact regard support The worships of their name . - O most ...
Pàgina 38
... Pray you , content . — What , Oswald , ho ! You sir , more knave than fool , after your master . [ To the Fool . Fool . Nuncle Lear , nuncle Lear , tarry , and take the fool with thee . A fox , when one has caught her , And such a ...
... Pray you , content . — What , Oswald , ho ! You sir , more knave than fool , after your master . [ To the Fool . Fool . Nuncle Lear , nuncle Lear , tarry , and take the fool with thee . A fox , when one has caught her , And such a ...
Pàgina 42
... pray you , what are they ? Cur . Have you heard of no likely wars toward , 2 ' twixt the dukes of Cornwall and Albany ? Edm . Not a word . Cur . You may then , in time . Fare you well , sir . [ Exit . Edm . The duke be here to - night ...
... pray you , what are they ? Cur . Have you heard of no likely wars toward , 2 ' twixt the dukes of Cornwall and Albany ? Edm . Not a word . Cur . You may then , in time . Fare you well , sir . [ Exit . Edm . The duke be here to - night ...
Pàgina 52
... Pray , do not , sir . I have watched , and travelled hard Some time I shall sleep out , the rest I'll whistle . A good man's fortune may grow out at heels ; Give you good morrow ! Glo . The duke's to blame in this ; ' twill be ill taken ...
... Pray , do not , sir . I have watched , and travelled hard Some time I shall sleep out , the rest I'll whistle . A good man's fortune may grow out at heels ; Give you good morrow ! Glo . The duke's to blame in this ; ' twill be ill taken ...
Pàgina 53
... prayers , Enforce their charity . - Poor Turlygood ! Poor Tom ! That's something yet ; Edgar I nothing am . [ Exit . 1 Hair thus knotted was supposed to be the work of elves and fairies in the night . : - 2 In the Bell - Man of London ...
... prayers , Enforce their charity . - Poor Turlygood ! Poor Tom ! That's something yet ; Edgar I nothing am . [ Exit . 1 Hair thus knotted was supposed to be the work of elves and fairies in the night . : - 2 In the Bell - Man of London ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 456 - 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.
Pàgina 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Pàgina 281 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pàgina 431 - May the winds blow till they have waken'd death, And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas Olympus-high and duck again as low As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Pàgina 63 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Pàgina 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Pàgina 197 - Romeo; and, when he shall die. Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Pàgina 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
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 390 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain. To tell my story.