The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, with Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, Volume 1S. King, 1831 |
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... LYSANDER , in love with Hermia . DEMETRIUS , PHILOSTRATE , Master of the Revels to Theseus . QUINCE , the Carpenter . Ssuo , the Joiner . Воттом , the Weaver . - FLUTE the Bellows - mender . SNOUT , the Tinker . STARVELING , the Tailor ...
... LYSANDER , in love with Hermia . DEMETRIUS , PHILOSTRATE , Master of the Revels to Theseus . QUINCE , the Carpenter . Ssuo , the Joiner . Воттом , the Weaver . - FLUTE the Bellows - mender . SNOUT , the Tinker . STARVELING , the Tailor ...
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... Lysander , And she respects me as her only son . yield There , gentle Hermia , may I marry thee ; Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege ...
... Lysander , And she respects me as her only son . yield There , gentle Hermia , may I marry thee ; Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege ...
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... Lysander and myself will fly this place.- Before the time I did Lysander see , Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me : O then , what graces in my love do dwell , That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell ! Lys . Helen , to you our minds we ...
... Lysander and myself will fly this place.- Before the time I did Lysander see , Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me : O then , what graces in my love do dwell , That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell ! Lys . Helen , to you our minds we ...
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... Lysander , and fair Hermia ? The one I'll slay , the other slayeth me . Thou told'st me they were stol'n into this wood , And here am I , and wood within this wood , Because I cannot meet with Hermia . Hence , get thee gone , and follow ...
... Lysander , and fair Hermia ? The one I'll slay , the other slayeth me . Thou told'st me they were stol'n into this wood , And here am I , and wood within this wood , Because I cannot meet with Hermia . Hence , get thee gone , and follow ...
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... Lysander ! on the ground ! Lysander , if you live , good sir , awake . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the Dead ? or asleep ? I see no blood , no wound : wood ; And to speak troth , I have forgot our way ; We'll rest us ...
... Lysander ! on the ground ! Lysander , if you live , good sir , awake . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the Dead ? or asleep ? I see no blood , no wound : wood ; And to speak troth , I have forgot our way ; We'll rest us ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Angelo art thou Banquo better Biron blood Boyet brother Caliban Claud Claudio Costard daughter death dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford fortune gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Isab John Kath King lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macbeth Macd Mach madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master master doctor means mistress Moth never night old copy reads Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pray prince Proteus SCENE servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock signior SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast thought Thurio tongue Tranio true unto wife woman word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 352 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Página 360 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 352 - Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Página 52 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Página 30 - Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame, While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Página 223 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 10 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Página 52 - Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Página 254 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Página 352 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.