The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Pàgina 46
... thought , and say , he is ? Aga . No , noble Ajax , you are as ftrong , as valiant , as wife , no less noble , much more gentle , and al- together more tractable . Ajax . Why fhould a man be proud ? how doth pride grow ? I know not what ...
... thought , and say , he is ? Aga . No , noble Ajax , you are as ftrong , as valiant , as wife , no less noble , much more gentle , and al- together more tractable . Ajax . Why fhould a man be proud ? how doth pride grow ? I know not what ...
Pàgina 47
... thoughts , ( fave fuch as do revolve And ruminate himself , ) fhall he be worshipp'd Of That , we hold an idol more than he ? No , this thrice - worthy and right - valiant lord Muft not fo ftale his palm , nobly acquir'd ; Nor , by my ...
... thoughts , ( fave fuch as do revolve And ruminate himself , ) fhall he be worshipp'd Of That , we hold an idol more than he ? No , this thrice - worthy and right - valiant lord Muft not fo ftale his palm , nobly acquir'd ; Nor , by my ...
Pàgina 51
... thoughts be your fair pillow ! Helen . Dear lord , you are full of fair words . Pan . You fpeak your fair pleafure , fweet Queen : fair Prince , here is good broken music . Par . You have broken it , coufin , and , by my life , you ...
... thoughts be your fair pillow ! Helen . Dear lord , you are full of fair words . Pan . You fpeak your fair pleafure , fweet Queen : fair Prince , here is good broken music . Par . You have broken it , coufin , and , by my life , you ...
Pàgina 53
... thoughts , and hot thoughts beget hot deeds , and hot deeds are love . Pan . Is this the generation of love ? hot blood , hot thoughts , and hot deeds ? why they are vipers ; is love a generation of vipers ? —Sweet lord , who's a ...
... thoughts , and hot thoughts beget hot deeds , and hot deeds are love . Pan . Is this the generation of love ? hot blood , hot thoughts , and hot deeds ? why they are vipers ; is love a generation of vipers ? —Sweet lord , who's a ...
Pàgina 54
... thought I love thee . SCENE III . An Orchard to Pandarus's Houfe . Enter Pandarus , and Troilus's Man . Pan . Now , [ Exeunt . where's thy mafter ? at my coufin Greffida's ? * Ser . No , Sir , he prays you to conduct him thither . Enter ...
... thought I love thee . SCENE III . An Orchard to Pandarus's Houfe . Enter Pandarus , and Troilus's Man . Pan . Now , [ Exeunt . where's thy mafter ? at my coufin Greffida's ? * Ser . No , Sir , he prays you to conduct him thither . Enter ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brabantio Caffio Calchas Capulet Clown Creffid Cyprus dead dear death Defdemona Diomede doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Farewel father feem fhall fhew fhould flain fleep fome foul fpeak fpirit Friar Lawrence ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Hamlet hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honeft houſe huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes lord Menelaus Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night Nurfe Nurſe Othello Pandarus Paris Patroclus pleaſe Polonius pray prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Rodorigo Romeo ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther there's theſe thofe thou art Troi Troilus Tybalt Ulyff uſe villain Warb whofe wife yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 65 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pàgina 144 - 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?
Pàgina 274 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. 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 275 - ... 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 285 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Pàgina 324 - 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? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Pàgina 242 - 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 thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pàgina 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Pàgina 136 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pàgina 286 - 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 bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.