The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, part 1Phillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 páginas |
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... better purpose . 1 i . e . setting aside the original sin , bating the imposition from the offence of our first parents , we might have boldly protested our innocence . 2 " Grace to boot ; " an exclamation equivalent to give us grace ...
... better purpose . 1 i . e . setting aside the original sin , bating the imposition from the offence of our first parents , we might have boldly protested our innocence . 2 " Grace to boot ; " an exclamation equivalent to give us grace ...
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... better By my regard , but killed none so . Camillo , - As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienced , which no less adorns Our gentry , than our parents ' noble names , In whose success we are gentle , ' - I ...
... better By my regard , but killed none so . Camillo , - As you are certainly a gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienced , which no less adorns Our gentry , than our parents ' noble names , In whose success we are gentle , ' - I ...
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... better . 2 Lady . And why so , my lord ? Not for because Mam . Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become some women best ; so that there be not Too much hair there , but in a semicircle , Or half - moon made with a ...
... better . 2 Lady . And why so , my lord ? Not for because Mam . Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become some women best ; so that there be not Too much hair there , but in a semicircle , Or half - moon made with a ...
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... better grace . - Adieu , my lord ; I never wished to see you sorry ; now , I trust , I shall . — My women , come ; you have leave . Leon . Go , do our bidding ; hence . [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . 1 Lord . ' Beseech your highness , call ...
... better grace . - Adieu , my lord ; I never wished to see you sorry ; now , I trust , I shall . — My women , come ; you have leave . Leon . Go , do our bidding ; hence . [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . 1 Lord . ' Beseech your highness , call ...
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... better guiding spirit ! -What need these hands ? — You , that are thus so tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , so . - Farewell ; we are gone . [ Exit Leon . Thou , traitor , hast set on thy wife to ...
... better guiding spirit ! -What need these hands ? — You , that are thus so tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of you . So , so . - Farewell ; we are gone . [ Exit Leon . Thou , traitor , hast set on thy wife to ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty murder never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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Página 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 319 - 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 cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Página 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Página 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.