The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volume 6 |
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... mean , who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together , as you guess ? Nor . One , certes * , that promises no elementt In such a business . Buck . I pray you , who , my lord ? Nor . All this was order'd by the good ...
... mean , who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together , as you guess ? Nor . One , certes * , that promises no elementt In such a business . Buck . I pray you , who , my lord ? Nor . All this was order'd by the good ...
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... means , in desperate manner Daring the event to the teeth , are all in uproar , And Danger serves among them . K. Hen . Taxation ! Wherein ? and what taxation ? -My lord cardinal , You that are blam'd for it alike with us , Know you Wol ...
... means , in desperate manner Daring the event to the teeth , are all in uproar , And Danger serves among them . K. Hen . Taxation ! Wherein ? and what taxation ? -My lord cardinal , You that are blam'd for it alike with us , Know you Wol ...
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... mean to sink ye . All good people , Pray for me ! I must now forsake ye ; the last hour , Of my long weary life is come upon me . Farewell : And when you would say something that is sad , Speak how I fell . - I have done ; and God ...
... mean to sink ye . All good people , Pray for me ! I must now forsake ye ; the last hour , Of my long weary life is come upon me . Farewell : And when you would say something that is sad , Speak how I fell . - I have done ; and God ...
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... mean , the learned ones , in Christian kingdoms , Have their free voices ; Rome , the nurse of judge . ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this good man , This just and learned priest , cardinal ...
... mean , the learned ones , in Christian kingdoms , Have their free voices ; Rome , the nurse of judge . ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this good man , This just and learned priest , cardinal ...
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... mean the bishop ) did require a respite ; ' Wherein he might the king his lord advértise Whether our daughter were legitimate , Respecting this our marriage with the dowager , Sometimes our brother's wife . This respite shook The bosom ...
... mean the bishop ) did require a respite ; ' Wherein he might the king his lord advértise Whether our daughter were legitimate , Respecting this our marriage with the dowager , Sometimes our brother's wife . This respite shook The bosom ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king lady Lart Lartius look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius musick ne'er Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss voices Volces What's word worthy
Passagens conhecidas
Página 72 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 175 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path...
Página 72 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 299 - I'll example you with thievery : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction , ' Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : . • The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture " stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Página 285 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Página 75 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Página 431 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Página 74 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Página 175 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Página 72 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.