The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... fool , that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man . But stay , the knights are coming ; we'll withdraw Into the gallery . [ Exeunt . [ Great bouts , and all cry , The mean knight . SCENE III . The fame . A Hall of State ...
... fool , that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man . But stay , the knights are coming ; we'll withdraw Into the gallery . [ Exeunt . [ Great bouts , and all cry , The mean knight . SCENE III . The fame . A Hall of State ...
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... fool that will not yield ; And , fince lord Helicane enjoineth us , We with our travels will endeavour it . Hel . Then you love us , we you , and we'll clasp hands ; When peers thus knit , a kingdom ever stands . [ Exeunt . SCENE V ...
... fool that will not yield ; And , fince lord Helicane enjoineth us , We with our travels will endeavour it . Hel . Then you love us , we you , and we'll clasp hands ; When peers thus knit , a kingdom ever stands . [ Exeunt . SCENE V ...
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... in courfe of true delight Than to be thirsty after tottering honour , Or tie my treasure up in filken bags , To please the fool and death . 2 Gent . 2 Gent . Your honour has through Ephefus pour'd forth A & 111 . 43 PRINCE OF TYRE .
... in courfe of true delight Than to be thirsty after tottering honour , Or tie my treasure up in filken bags , To please the fool and death . 2 Gent . 2 Gent . Your honour has through Ephefus pour'd forth A & 111 . 43 PRINCE OF TYRE .
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... fool- ifh fapling , and must be bowed as I would have you . Mar. The gods defend me ! Bard . If it please the gods to defend you by men , then men must comfort you , men muft feed you , men must stir you up . - Boult's return'd . Enter ...
... fool- ifh fapling , and must be bowed as I would have you . Mar. The gods defend me ! Bard . If it please the gods to defend you by men , then men must comfort you , men muft feed you , men must stir you up . - Boult's return'd . Enter ...
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... fools withal : this cannot be . My daughter's buried . [ Afide . ] Well - where were you bred ? I'll hear you more , to the bottom of your story , And never interrupt you . Mar. You'll fcarce believe me ; ' twere best I did give o'er ...
... fools withal : this cannot be . My daughter's buried . [ Afide . ] Well - where were you bred ? I'll hear you more , to the bottom of your story , And never interrupt you . Mar. You'll fcarce believe me ; ' twere best I did give o'er ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and ..., Volume 11 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1808 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and ..., Volume 11 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1808 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alack art thou Bawd BENVOLIO Boult CAPULET CLEON Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death DIONYZA dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fhall flain fome Fool foul friar fuch Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril hath hear heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe i'the Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave lady Lear letter look lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina married maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene Montague moſt muſt myſelf ne'er night noble Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe poor pray prince Prince of Tyre Regan Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art thou wilt Tybalt Tyre uſe villain wife
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Página 134 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Página 120 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Página 19 - 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 76 - Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Página 126 - Through tatterd clothes small vices do appear; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Página 28 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard...
Página 16 - Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there. — Know that we "have divided In three, our kingdom ; and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age ; Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death. — Our son of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now.
Página 133 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Página 114 - Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like a better day: Those happy smiles, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes ; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
Página 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.