The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With Glossarial Notes, a Sketch of His Life, and an Estimate of His WritingsMoon, Boys & Graves, printsellers, 1832 - 908 páginas |
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... dead . Cas . Ha ! Portia ? Bru . She is dead . Cas . How ' scap'd I killing , when I cross'd you so ? - O insupportable and touching loss ! - Upon what sickness ? Bru . Impatient of my absence ; And grief , that young Octavius with Mark ...
... dead . Cas . Ha ! Portia ? Bru . She is dead . Cas . How ' scap'd I killing , when I cross'd you so ? - O insupportable and touching loss ! - Upon what sickness ? Bru . Impatient of my absence ; And grief , that young Octavius with Mark ...
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... dead Cassius ! Bru . Are yet two Romaus living such as these ? -- The last of all the Romans , fare thee well ! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow . - Friends , I owe more tears To this dead man , than you shall see ...
... dead Cassius ! Bru . Are yet two Romaus living such as these ? -- The last of all the Romans , fare thee well ! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow . - Friends , I owe more tears To this dead man , than you shall see ...
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... dead . Eno . Fulvia ? Ant . Dead . Eno . Why , Sir , give the gods a thankful sacri- fice . When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him , it shows to man the tailors of the earth ; comforting therein , that when ...
... dead . Eno . Fulvia ? Ant . Dead . Eno . Why , Sir , give the gods a thankful sacri- fice . When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him , it shows to man the tailors of the earth ; comforting therein , that when ...
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... dead , my queen : Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read The garboils she awak'd ; at the last , best : See , when and where she died . Cleo . O most false love ! Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill With sorrowful ...
... dead , my queen : Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read The garboils she awak'd ; at the last , best : See , when and where she died . Cleo . O most false love ! Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill With sorrowful ...
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... Dead then ? Mar. Dead . The courage of a woman ; less noble mind Than she , which , by her death , our Cesar tells , I am conquerer of myself . Thou art sworn , Eros , [ now That , when the exigent should come , ( which Is come indeed ) ...
... Dead then ? Mar. Dead . The courage of a woman ; less noble mind Than she , which , by her death , our Cesar tells , I am conquerer of myself . Thou art sworn , Eros , [ now That , when the exigent should come , ( which Is come indeed ) ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus arms art thou Banquo bear blood brother Brutus Casca Cassio Cesar Cleo Coriolanus Cres Cymbeline dead dear death Desdemona doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends give gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago John Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam majesty Marcius Mark Antony master ne'er never night noble o'the Othello PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pericles Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldier soul speak stand sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus true Tybalt unto villain What's wilt word
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Página 210 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Página 325 - 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 242 - 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...
Página 186 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Página 44 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit...
Página 211 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Página 60 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, 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 200 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Página 355 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you?
Página 240 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.