The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volume 6Tauchnitz, 1844 |
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... look , where it comes again ! Enter Ghost . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that ' s dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar ; speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : - it harrows ...
... look , where it comes again ! Enter Ghost . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that ' s dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar ; speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : - it harrows ...
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... look like a friend on Denmark . Do not , for ever , with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Thou know'st , ' t is common ; all that live must die , Passing through nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , Madam , it is ...
... look like a friend on Denmark . Do not , for ever , with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Thou know'st , ' t is common ; all that live must die , Passing through nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , Madam , it is ...
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... look'd he frowningly ? Hor . In sorrow than in anger . Ham . Hor . Nay , very pale . Ham . Hor . Most constantly . Ham . Pale , or red ? A countenance more And fix'd his eyes upon you ? Hor . It would have much amaz'd you . Ham . Very ...
... look'd he frowningly ? Hor . In sorrow than in anger . Ham . Hor . Nay , very pale . Ham . Hor . Most constantly . Ham . Pale , or red ? A countenance more And fix'd his eyes upon you ? Hor . It would have much amaz'd you . Ham . Very ...
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... Laying his Hand on LAERTES ' Head . And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character . Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportion'd thought his act . Be thou familiar , but by no means vulgar : 16 16 HAMLET ,
... Laying his Hand on LAERTES ' Head . And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character . Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportion'd thought his act . Be thou familiar , but by no means vulgar : 16 16 HAMLET ,
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... Look , my lord ! it comes . Ham . Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health , or goblin damn'd , Bring with thee airs from heaven , or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked , or charitable , Thou com'st in ...
... Look , my lord ! it comes . Ham . Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health , or goblin damn'd , Bring with thee airs from heaven , or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked , or charitable , Thou com'st in ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text ..., Volume 6 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1843 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antony beseech better blood Brabantio Cæs Cæsar Cassio Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cordelia CYMBELINE Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona Dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow fool fortune friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods grace GUIDERIUS Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio Iach IACHIMO Iago Imogen Julius Cæsar Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord Madam Mark Antony matter Mess Michael Cassio mistress never night noble Othello Parthia Pisanio poison'd POLONIUS Pompey poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Queen Re-enter Roderigo SCENE soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night villain What's
Passagens conhecidas
Página 54 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise ; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod : pray you avoid it.
Página 54 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Página 55 - 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 11 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Página 501 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 161 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Página 100 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Página 346 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 129 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters , the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
Página 54 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.