Mr. William Shakespeare's comedies, histories, tragedies and poems, the text newly ed. with notes by R.G. White, Edição 7,Volume 2 |
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... dost shame thy mother And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea and none of mine ; The which if he can prove , a ' pops me out 54 Caur - de - lion . This name ...
... dost shame thy mother And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea and none of mine ; The which if he can prove , a ' pops me out 54 Caur - de - lion . This name ...
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... dost usurp authority . K. Phi . Excuse it is to beat usurping down . Eli . Who is it thou dost call usurper , France ? Const . Let me make answer ; thy usurping son . 120 95 his lawful king , that is , England's . We should say now her ...
... dost usurp authority . K. Phi . Excuse it is to beat usurping down . Eli . Who is it thou dost call usurper , France ? Const . Let me make answer ; thy usurping son . 120 95 his lawful king , that is , England's . We should say now her ...
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... dost thou mean by shaking of thy head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs ...
... dost thou mean by shaking of thy head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs ...
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... dost shame That bloody spoil : thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Thou little valiant , great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is ...
... dost shame That bloody spoil : thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Thou little valiant , great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is ...
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... dost hold . K. Phi . I may disjoin my hand , but not my faith . Pand . So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith ; And like a civil war set'st oath to oath , Thy tongue against thy tongue . O , let thy vow First made to heaven , first be ...
... dost hold . K. Phi . I may disjoin my hand , but not my faith . Pand . So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith ; And like a civil war set'st oath to oath , Thy tongue against thy tongue . O , let thy vow First made to heaven , first be ...
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Mr. William Shakespeare's comedies, histories, tragedies ..., Edição 8,Volume 3 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1883 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alarum arms art thou Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clar Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff farewell father fear France friends gentle give Glou Glou'ster GLOUCESTER grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam majesty ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Poins poor pray Prince Prince of Wales Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE shame Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words York
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Página 36 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 860 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With...
Página 895 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Página 66 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 886 - Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
Página 736 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Página 342 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Página 872 - Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O! none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Página 675 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Página 105 - To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!