The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 3Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... true . Leon . Is whispering nothing ? Is leaning cheek to cheek ? Is meeting noses ? Kissing with inside lip ? Stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh ? ( a note infallible Of breaking honesty :) Horsing foot on foot ? Skulking in ...
... true . Leon . Is whispering nothing ? Is leaning cheek to cheek ? Is meeting noses ? Kissing with inside lip ? Stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh ? ( a note infallible Of breaking honesty :) Horsing foot on foot ? Skulking in ...
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... I men scour so on their way . I eyed them Even to their ships . Leon . In my just censure ! 1 How blessed am I in my true opinion ! — 1 i . e . judgment . Alack , for lesser knowledge ! How accursed , In 26 [ ACT II WINTER'S TALE .
... I men scour so on their way . I eyed them Even to their ships . Leon . In my just censure ! 1 How blessed am I in my true opinion ! — 1 i . e . judgment . Alack , for lesser knowledge ! How accursed , In 26 [ ACT II WINTER'S TALE .
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... true that is mistrusted . - That false villain , Whom I employed , was pre - employed by him : He has discovered my design , and I Remain a pinched thing ; yea , a very trick For them to play at will . - How came the posterns So easily ...
... true that is mistrusted . - That false villain , Whom I employed , was pre - employed by him : He has discovered my design , and I Remain a pinched thing ; yea , a very trick For them to play at will . - How came the posterns So easily ...
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... true , they'll pay for't ; by mine honor , I'll geld them all : fourteen they shall not see , To bring false generations ; they are coheirs ? And I had rather glib myself , than they Should not produce fair issue . Leon . Cease ; no ...
... true , they'll pay for't ; by mine honor , I'll geld them all : fourteen they shall not see , To bring false generations ; they are coheirs ? And I had rather glib myself , than they Should not produce fair issue . Leon . Cease ; no ...
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... true , than your suspicion ; Be blamed for't how you might . Leon . Why , what need we Commune with you of this ? but rather follow Our forceful instigation ? Our prerogative Calls not your counsels ; but our natural goodness Imparts ...
... true , than your suspicion ; Be blamed for't how you might . Leon . Why , what need we Commune with you of this ? but rather follow Our forceful instigation ? Our prerogative Calls not your counsels ; but our natural goodness Imparts ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volume 3 William Shakespeare Visualização de excertos - 1850 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Henry Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty murder never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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Página 465 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen, I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Página 408 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Página 382 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Página 185 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use...
Página 383 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Página 408 - Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 190 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Página 190 - Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here ; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...
Página 216 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Página 189 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it: And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.