A Concordance to the Plays of ShakespeareG. Routledge and sons, 1891 - 495 páginas |
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... blood . 1 Hen . iv . iii . 2 . Alive . You are the cruel'st she alive . Twelfth . Night , i . 5.- -There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure . Mea . for Mea . iii . 2 . -Art thou alive ? or is it fantasy ? 1 Hen . iv ...
... blood . 1 Hen . iv . iii . 2 . Alive . You are the cruel'st she alive . Twelfth . Night , i . 5.- -There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure . Mea . for Mea . iii . 2 . -Art thou alive ? or is it fantasy ? 1 Hen . iv ...
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... blood flows , or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone . Mea . for Mea . i . 3. Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite . Ibid . ii . 4. -But doth not the appetite alter ? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in ...
... blood flows , or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone . Mea . for Mea . i . 3. Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite . Ibid . ii . 4. -But doth not the appetite alter ? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in ...
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... blood , But now in arms you strengthen it with yours- Ibid . iii . 1 . The king is well prepared To whip this dwarfish war , these pigmy arms , From out the circle of his territories . Ibid . v . 2. ——— With boisterous untuned drums ...
... blood , But now in arms you strengthen it with yours- Ibid . iii . 1 . The king is well prepared To whip this dwarfish war , these pigmy arms , From out the circle of his territories . Ibid . v . 2. ——— With boisterous untuned drums ...
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... blood , But now in arms you strengthen it with yours- Ibid . iii . 1. The king is well prepared To whip this dwarfish war , these pigmy arms , From out the circle of his territories . Ibid . v . 2. With boisterous untuned drums , With ...
... blood , But now in arms you strengthen it with yours- Ibid . iii . 1. The king is well prepared To whip this dwarfish war , these pigmy arms , From out the circle of his territories . Ibid . v . 2. With boisterous untuned drums , With ...
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... blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move , and trees to speak ; Augurs , and understood relations , 1 have By magot - pies , and choughs , and rooks brought forth The secret'st man of blood . Macb . iii . 4 . Augury . Not ...
... blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move , and trees to speak ; Augurs , and understood relations , 1 have By magot - pies , and choughs , and rooks brought forth The secret'st man of blood . Macb . iii . 4 . Augury . Not ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Ado Ab All's arms bear blood bosom brain breath Cæs Cæsar Cleo cold Cress crown cuckold Cupid curse Cymb dare dead death devil dost doth earth eyes face fair father fear fool fortune foul friends gentle give grace grief Hamlet hand hang hate hath head hear heart heaven hell honour horse humour Ibid John king kiss knave lady Lear live look lord Lost Love's Love's L Macb nature ne'er never Night noble Noth o'er oath peace pity play pluck poor prince revenge Rich Rome scurvy soul speak spirit sweet sword Tale tears tell Temp thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue Troi unto viii villain wear Wint Wives of Wind words
Passagens conhecidas
Página i - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house : Glamis hath murder'd sleep : and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more ! Lady M.
Página 296 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página i - Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody...
Página ii - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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 porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 263 - Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Página 263 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' the air ; strange screams of death: And, prophesying with accents terrible Of dire combustion and confused events...
Página 232 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 313 - 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 i - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 221 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.