The philosophy of William Shakespeare delineating in seven hundred and fifty passages, selected from his plays, the multiform phases of the human mindW. White, 1857 - 643 páginas |
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... deed The wise woman ..... .... The wolf and the lamb ...... ...... The woman's weapon The work of the warrior The worldly epoch of civilization .... 581 582 584 584 584 585 ... 587 588 589 589 590 591 591 592 The worldly friend growing ...
... deed The wise woman ..... .... The wolf and the lamb ...... ...... The woman's weapon The work of the warrior The worldly epoch of civilization .... 581 582 584 584 584 585 ... 587 588 589 589 590 591 591 592 The worldly friend growing ...
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... deed look fair : Your words have took such pains , as if they labour'd To bring manslaughter into form , set quarrelling Upon the head of valour ; which , indeed , Is valour misbegot , and came into the world When sects and factions ...
... deed look fair : Your words have took such pains , as if they labour'd To bring manslaughter into form , set quarrelling Upon the head of valour ; which , indeed , Is valour misbegot , and came into the world When sects and factions ...
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... deeds , Behold this pattern of thy butcheries : O , gentlemen , see , see ! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd ... deed , inhuman and unnatural , Provokes this deluge most unnatural.- O God , which this blood mad'st , revenge his ...
... deeds , Behold this pattern of thy butcheries : O , gentlemen , see , see ! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd ... deed , inhuman and unnatural , Provokes this deluge most unnatural.- O God , which this blood mad'st , revenge his ...
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... deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous . GLO . The fitter for the King of heaven that hath him . ANNE . He is in heaven , where thou shalt never come . GLO . Let him thank me , that holp to send him thither ; For he was fitter ...
... deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous . GLO . The fitter for the King of heaven that hath him . ANNE . He is in heaven , where thou shalt never come . GLO . Let him thank me , that holp to send him thither ; For he was fitter ...
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... deed acquire Too high a fame , when him we serve's away . Caesar , and Antony , have ever won More in their officer , than person : Sossius , One of my place in Syria , his lieutenant , For quick accumulation of renown , Which he achiev ...
... deed acquire Too high a fame , when him we serve's away . Caesar , and Antony , have ever won More in their officer , than person : Sossius , One of my place in Syria , his lieutenant , For quick accumulation of renown , Which he achiev ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ANNE ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA arms bear beauty better blood breath brother Cæsar COMEDY OF ERRORS conscience CORIOLANUS crown curse CYMBELINE dead dear death deed devil didst dost thou doth dream ears earth eyes fair false father fear fool fortune foul friends gentle give grace grief HAMLET hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hector hell HENRY HENRY IV HENRY VI honour i'the ISAB king KING LEAR lady live look lord LOVE'S MACBETH MERCHANT OF VENICE MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind mother musick nature ne'er never night noble o'er o'the OTHELLO pardon peace pity poor pray prince queen RICHARD RICHARD III shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought TIMON OF ATHENS tongue TROILUS AND CRESSIDA true twere unto virtue weep wife WINTER'S TALE word youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 543 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the 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.
Página 19 - 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 ! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Página 80 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 505 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off : And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Página 505 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Página 21 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, May be a devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Página 416 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And he that might the 'vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : how would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you, as you are? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 434 - 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 Cry,...
Página 317 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 529 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one,...