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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... night - caps , and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Cesar refused the crown , that it had almost choked Cesar ; for he swooned , and fell down at it : And for mine own part I durst not laugh , for fear of opening my lips ...
... night - caps , and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Cesar refused the crown , that it had almost choked Cesar ; for he swooned , and fell down at it : And for mine own part I durst not laugh , for fear of opening my lips ...
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... night ; Enter CINNA . Casca . Stand close awhile , for here comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber ? Cas ...
... night ; Enter CINNA . Casca . Stand close awhile , for here comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber ? Cas ...
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... night . lippi . Bru . The deep of night is crept upon our talk . And nature must obey necessity ; Which we will niggard with a little rest . There is no more to say ? Cas . No more . Good night ; Early to - morrow will we rise , and ...
... night . lippi . Bru . The deep of night is crept upon our talk . And nature must obey necessity ; Which we will niggard with a little rest . There is no more to say ? Cas . No more . Good night ; Early to - morrow will we rise , and ...
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... night at Sardis , once ; Bru . Yet , countrymen , oh ! yet hold up your And this last night , here in Philippi ' fields . heads ! Cato . What bastard doth not ? Who will go with me ? I will proclaim my name about the field : - I am the ...
... night at Sardis , once ; Bru . Yet , countrymen , oh ! yet hold up your And this last night , here in Philippi ' fields . heads ! Cato . What bastard doth not ? Who will go with me ? I will proclaim my name about the field : - I am the ...
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... night we'll wander through the streets , and note The qualities of people . Come , my queen ; Last night you did desire it : -Speak not to us . [ Exeunt . ANT . and CLEO . with their Train . Dem . Is Cesar with Antonius priz'd so slight ...
... night we'll wander through the streets , and note The qualities of people . Come , my queen ; Last night you did desire it : -Speak not to us . [ Exeunt . ANT . and CLEO . with their Train . Dem . Is Cesar with Antonius priz'd so slight ...
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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.