THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTRATED: EMBRACING A LIFE OF THE POET, AND NOTES, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED |
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I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not ; since what I well intend, I'
ll do't before I speak,) that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or
foulness, No unchaste “action, or dishonored step, That hath deprived me of your
grace ...
I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not ; since what I well intend, I'
ll do't before I speak,) that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or
foulness, No unchaste “action, or dishonored step, That hath deprived me of your
grace ...
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Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; But that I told him, the
revenging gods 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend; Spoke, with how
manifold and strong a bond The child was bound to the father –sir, in fine, Seeing
how ...
Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; But that I told him, the
revenging gods 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend; Spoke, with how
manifold and strong a bond The child was bound to the father –sir, in fine, Seeing
how ...
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Help, ho! murder murder — Enter EDMUND, CoRNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER,
and Servants. Edm. How. 1. i. e. thy titles. 2 Probably alluding to some dish so
called. 8 Barber-monger may mean dealer with the lower tradesmen. 4 Alluding
to ...
Help, ho! murder murder — Enter EDMUND, CoRNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER,
and Servants. Edm. How. 1. i. e. thy titles. 2 Probably alluding to some dish so
called. 8 Barber-monger may mean dealer with the lower tradesmen. 4 Alluding
to ...
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They durst not do't; They could not, would not do't: 'tis worse than murder, To do,
upon respect, such violent outrage." Resolve me, with. tions of lunacy and
distraction; and their popular name, Turlupins, was probably derived from the
wolfish ...
They durst not do't; They could not, would not do't: 'tis worse than murder, To do,
upon respect, such violent outrage." Resolve me, with. tions of lunacy and
distraction; and their popular name, Turlupins, was probably derived from the
wolfish ...
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Five fiends' have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance,
prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; and Flibbertigibbet, of
mopping and mowing; who since possesses chambermaids and waiting-women.
Five fiends' have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance,
prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; and Flibbertigibbet, of
mopping and mowing; who since possesses chambermaids and waiting-women.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ancient appears Attendants bear blood Cassio comes copy daughter dead dear death dost doth duke Emil Enter Eveunt eyes fair faith fall father fear folio fool fortune give gone Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hold I’ll Iago Juliet keep Kent kill kind king lady Lear leave letter light live look lord madam marry matter means mind mother murder nature never night noble Nurse Othello play poor pray quarto quarto reads Queen reads reason Romeo SCENE seems sense Serv Shakspeare soul speak speech stand sweet sword tell thee thing thou thou art thought true turn villain wife young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 306 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Página 208 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 72 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 13 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 431 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...