The Student's Shakespeare: Thirty-seven Plays, Analyzed and Topically Arranged for the Use of Clergymen, Lawyers, Students, EtcB. A. Fowler & Company, 1880 - 625 páginas |
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... sword will open . M. W. , II : 2. 97 . ADOPTION . - Strives with Nature . Count . * * " T is often seen , Adoption strives with nature ; and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign seeds . ADULTERY.- Described . Ham . A. W. , I ...
... sword will open . M. W. , II : 2. 97 . ADOPTION . - Strives with Nature . Count . * * " T is often seen , Adoption strives with nature ; and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign seeds . ADULTERY.- Described . Ham . A. W. , I ...
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... sword ; and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love , As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour . Know thou first , I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here , Thou ...
... sword ; and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love , As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour . Know thou first , I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here , Thou ...
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... sword ta'en out of the town armoury , with a broken hilt , and chapeless ; with two broken points : his horse hipp'd with an old mothy saddle , and stirrups of no kindred besides , possessed with the gland- ers , and like to mose in the ...
... sword ta'en out of the town armoury , with a broken hilt , and chapeless ; with two broken points : his horse hipp'd with an old mothy saddle , and stirrups of no kindred besides , possessed with the gland- ers , and like to mose in the ...
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... sword worn But one to dance with ! By heaven , I'll steal away . A. W. , II : 1. 502 . AUDACITY . — Invoked . R. J. , II . 1. 1250 . Jack . Boldness be my friend ! Arm me , audacity , from head to foot ! Or , like the Parthian , I shall ...
... sword worn But one to dance with ! By heaven , I'll steal away . A. W. , II : 1. 502 . AUDACITY . — Invoked . R. J. , II . 1. 1250 . Jack . Boldness be my friend ! Arm me , audacity , from head to foot ! Or , like the Parthian , I shall ...
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... sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear ; Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will , Of your mere own : All these are portable , With other graces weigh'd . — An Old Man's . - Clo . * * M. , IV : 3. 1378 . I begin to love , as an ...
... sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear ; Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will , Of your mere own : All these are portable , With other graces weigh'd . — An Old Man's . - Clo . * * M. , IV : 3. 1378 . I begin to love , as an ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Ajax arms art thou Bast bear Biron blood breath brother Brutus Cæsar Cleo crown daugh dead death deed devil doth Duke ears earth eyes face fair Falstaff father fear fire fool foul France friends gentle give gods grace grief hand hang hate hath head hear heart heaven hell honour horse house of York Iago Isab Jack Cade Julius Cæsar king kiss lady live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Mark Antony nature ne'er never night noble o'er peace pity poison'd poor pray prince queen Rich Rome shalt shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stand swear sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true Ulyss unto VIII villain virtue weep wind woman words
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Página 253 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 11 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus...
Página 517 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 519 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Página 21 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 62 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Página 59 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Página 522 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Página 507 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 388 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o...