Select plays from Shakspeare; adapted for the use of schools and young persons: with notes from the best commentators. [6 plays, ed. by E. Slater]. |
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... for some term To do obsequious sorrow : But to perséver In obstinate
condolement , is a course Of impious stubbornness ; ' tis unmanly grief ; It shows
a will most incorrect to heaven ; A heart unfortified , or mind impatient ; An
understanding ...
... for some term To do obsequious sorrow : But to perséver In obstinate
condolement , is a course Of impious stubbornness ; ' tis unmanly grief ; It shows
a will most incorrect to heaven ; A heart unfortified , or mind impatient ; An
understanding ...
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... to say we end The heart - ache , and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is
heir to , ' tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish ' d . To die ; — to sleep ; To
sleep ? perchance to dream ; - ay , there ' s the rub , For in that sleep of death
what ...
... to say we end The heart - ache , and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is
heir to , ' tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish ' d . To die ; — to sleep ; To
sleep ? perchance to dream ; - ay , there ' s the rub , For in that sleep of death
what ...
Página 57
... judgement are so well co - mingled , That they are not a pipe for fortune ' s
finger To sound what stop she please : Give me that man That is not passion ' s
slave , and I will wear him In my heart ' s core , ay , in my heart of heart , As I do
thee .
... judgement are so well co - mingled , That they are not a pipe for fortune ' s
finger To sound what stop she please : Give me that man That is not passion ' s
slave , and I will wear him In my heart ' s core , ay , in my heart of heart , As I do
thee .
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I am thane of Cawdor : If good , why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid
image doth unfix my hair , And make my seated heart knock at my ribs , Against
the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought ...
I am thane of Cawdor : If good , why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid
image doth unfix my hair , And make my seated heart knock at my ribs , Against
the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought ...
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He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman ' s . Ay , my
mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say
, thou didst not well When I was got , I ' ll send his soul to hell . Come , lady , I will
...
He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman ' s . Ay , my
mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say
, thou didst not well When I was got , I ' ll send his soul to hell . Come , lady , I will
...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Antony arms Attendants bear better blood body bring brother Brutus Buck Cæs Cæsar Cassius cause comes dead dear death deed doth ears enemy England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fall father fear follow friends give gods gone grace Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll John keep king Lady leave live look lord Macb Macbeth Marcius Mark matter means meet mother murder nature never night noble once peace Phil play poor pray prince Queen rest Rich Richard Roman Rome SCENE Serv sleep soul speak spirit stand stay sweet sword tell thee thing thou thought tongue true voices wife young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 56 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Página 23 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine : But this eternal blazon ' must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 56 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous ; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Página 62 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 42 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 52 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know...
Página 57 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 6 - 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.