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... poor father's body , Like Niobe , all tears ; -why she , even she , - O heaven ! a beast , that wants discourse of reason , Would have mourn'd longer , -marry'd with my uncle , My father's brother ; but no more like my father , Than I ...
... poor father's body , Like Niobe , all tears ; -why she , even she , - O heaven ! a beast , that wants discourse of reason , Would have mourn'd longer , -marry'd with my uncle , My father's brother ; but no more like my father , Than I ...
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... poor phrase , Wronging it thus , ) you'll tender me a fool . Oph . My lord , he hath impórtun'd me with love , In honourable fashion . Pol . Ay , 21 fashion you may call it ; go to , go to . Oph . And hath given countenance to his ...
... poor phrase , Wronging it thus , ) you'll tender me a fool . Oph . My lord , he hath impórtun'd me with love , In honourable fashion . Pol . Ay , 21 fashion you may call it ; go to , go to . Oph . And hath given countenance to his ...
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... poor Ghost ! but lend thy serious hearing Speak , I am bound to hear . Ghost . So art thou to revenge , when thou shalt hear . Ham . What ? Ghost . I am thy father's spirit ; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night ; And , for the ...
... poor Ghost ! but lend thy serious hearing Speak , I am bound to hear . Ghost . So art thou to revenge , when thou shalt hear . Ham . What ? Ghost . I am thy father's spirit ; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night ; And , for the ...
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... poor To those of mine ! But virtue , as it never will be mov'd , Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven ; So lust , though to a radiant angel link'd , Will sate itself in a celestial bed , And prey on garbage . But , soft ...
... poor To those of mine ! But virtue , as it never will be mov'd , Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven ; So lust , though to a radiant angel link'd , Will sate itself in a celestial bed , And prey on garbage . But , soft ...
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... poor ghost , while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe . Remember thee ? Yea , from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records , All saws of books , all forms , all pressures past , That youth and ...
... poor ghost , while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe . Remember thee ? Yea , from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records , All saws of books , all forms , all pressures past , That youth and ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul gentleman Ghost give grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't JOHNSON kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord madam madness marry means Michael Cassio Moor murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osrick play poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE sense Shakspeare soul speak speech STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thought to-night true Venice villain WARBURTON what's wife word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 156 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Página 282 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Página 34 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Página 353 - No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Página 234 - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd : Here comes the lady ; let her witness it.
Página 79 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Página 102 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 94 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Página 74 - 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 dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Página 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edição 14 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editora | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 4 Jan 2007 |
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