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... Thou , nature , art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me , d of long - engrafted condition , ] i . e . Of qualities of mind ...
... Thou , nature , art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me , d of long - engrafted condition , ] i . e . Of qualities of mind ...
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... thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn'd , ( So may it come ! ) thy master , whom thou lov'st , Shall find ... art thou ? Kent . A man , sir . Lear . What dost thou profess ? What would'st thou with us ? Kent . I do profess ...
... thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn'd , ( So may it come ! ) thy master , whom thou lov'st , Shall find ... art thou ? Kent . A man , sir . Lear . What dost thou profess ? What would'st thou with us ? Kent . I do profess ...
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... art thou ? Kent . Not so young , sir , to love a woman for singing ; nor so old , to dote on her for any thing : I have years on my back forty - eight . Lear . Follow me ; thou shalt serve me ; if I like thee no worse after dinner , I ...
... art thou ? Kent . Not so young , sir , to love a woman for singing ; nor so old , to dote on her for any thing : I have years on my back forty - eight . Lear . Follow me ; thou shalt serve me ; if I like thee no worse after dinner , I ...
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... thou clovest thy crown i'the middle , and gavest away both parts , thou borest thine ass on thy back over the dirt : Thou had'st little wit in thy bald crown , when thou gavest thy golden one ... thou art now ACT I. - SCENE IV . 25.
... thou clovest thy crown i'the middle , and gavest away both parts , thou borest thine ass on thy back over the dirt : Thou had'st little wit in thy bald crown , when thou gavest thy golden one ... thou art now ACT I. - SCENE IV . 25.
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... art nothing but the composition of a knave , beggar , coward , pander , and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch : one whom I will beat into clamorous whining , if thou deny'st the least syllable of thy addition . Stew . Why , what a ...
... art nothing but the composition of a knave , beggar , coward , pander , and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch : one whom I will beat into clamorous whining , if thou deny'st the least syllable of thy addition . Stew . Why , what a ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 8 William Shakespeare,William Harness Visualização integral - 1830 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
art thou beauty Ben Jonson BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio breath CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke duke of Cornwall Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul give Gloster GONERIL grace grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iago Juliet Kent king kiss knave lady Laer Laertes Lear lips live look lord love's Lucrece madam Mantua marry Mercutio Michael Cassio never night Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor pray Queen quoth Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself to-night tongue Tybalt villain weep word
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Página 249 - Remember thee? Ay, thou 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 observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Página 104 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Página 279 - 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 not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Página 285 - 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 88 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou...
Página 276 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Página 103 - Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Página 337 - 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 283 - 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. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Página 125 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks...