The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 3R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... death . Clo . Holla ! you clown ! Rof . Peace , fool : he's not thy kinfman , Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your betters , fir . Cor . Elfe they are very wretched . Rof . Peace , I fay : Good even to you , friend . Cor . And to you , gentle ...
... death . Clo . Holla ! you clown ! Rof . Peace , fool : he's not thy kinfman , Cor . Who calls ? Clo . Your betters , fir . Cor . Elfe they are very wretched . Rof . Peace , I fay : Good even to you , friend . Cor . And to you , gentle ...
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... death than thy powers . For my fake be comfortable ; hold death a while at the arm's end : I will be here with thee prefently ; and if I bring thee not fome- thing to eat , I'll give thee leave to die : but if thou dieft before I come ...
... death than thy powers . For my fake be comfortable ; hold death a while at the arm's end : I will be here with thee prefently ; and if I bring thee not fome- thing to eat , I'll give thee leave to die : but if thou dieft before I come ...
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... death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck But first begs pardon : Will you sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? Enter ROSALIND , CELIA , and Corin . Phe . I would not be thy executioner ; I fly thee ...
... death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck But first begs pardon : Will you sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? Enter ROSALIND , CELIA , and Corin . Phe . I would not be thy executioner ; I fly thee ...
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... death . Two o'the clock is your hour ? Orla Ay , fweet Rofalind . Rof . By my troth , and in good earnest , and fo God mend me , and by all pretty oaths that are G 2 not Aa IV . not dangerous , if you break one Aa IV . Fi AS YOU LIKE IT .
... death . Two o'the clock is your hour ? Orla Ay , fweet Rofalind . Rof . By my troth , and in good earnest , and fo God mend me , and by all pretty oaths that are G 2 not Aa IV . not dangerous , if you break one Aa IV . Fi AS YOU LIKE IT .
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... , to thy better understanding , dieft ; or , to wit , I kill thee , make thee away , tranflate thy life into death , thy liberty into bondage : I will deal in poifon H poifon with thee , or in baftinado , or in Aa V. 81 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... , to thy better understanding , dieft ; or , to wit , I kill thee , make thee away , tranflate thy life into death , thy liberty into bondage : I will deal in poifon H poifon with thee , or in baftinado , or in Aa V. 81 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Afide againſt Anne ANTIGONUS becauſe blood Bohemia brother Buck Buckingham Camillo Catef CATESBY Clar Clarence CLEOMENES coufin curfe daughter death defire doft doth Duke Edward elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe father fear feems feven fhall fhepherd fhould fince flain fleep fome fool foreft forrow foul fpeak ftand fuch fwear fweet gentle gentleman grace Haftings hath heart heaven Hermione himſelf honour huſband kifs king lady Laun lefs live look lord madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft Murd muſt myſelf Orla Orlando pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent prince Protheus Queen reafon Rich Rofalind SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Silvia ſpeak Speed ſtay ſtill tell thee thefe theſe thoſe thou art thouſand Thurio unto Valentine whofe wife yourſelf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 14 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Página 27 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Página 53 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 22 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 39 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Página 23 - Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad.' ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in, stones, and good in every thing.
Página 69 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Página 39 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Página 2 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.