The Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 5C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... better prince , and benign lord , Prove awful both in deed and word . Be quiet then , as men should be , Till he hath pass'd necessity . I'll show you those in trouble's reign , Losing a mite , a mountain gain . The good in conversation ...
... better prince , and benign lord , Prove awful both in deed and word . Be quiet then , as men should be , Till he hath pass'd necessity . I'll show you those in trouble's reign , Losing a mite , a mountain gain . The good in conversation ...
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... better office , than to be beadle . But , master , I'll go draw up the net . [ Exeunt two of the FISHERMEN . Per . How well this honest mirth becomes their labour ! * As . + Pancakes . 1 Fish . Hark you , Sir ! do you 16 [ ACT II ...
... better office , than to be beadle . But , master , I'll go draw up the net . [ Exeunt two of the FISHERMEN . Per . How well this honest mirth becomes their labour ! * As . + Pancakes . 1 Fish . Hark you , Sir ! do you 16 [ ACT II ...
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... better , I'll pay your bounties ; till then , rest your debtor . 1 Fish . Why , wilt thou tourney for the lady ? Per . I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms . 1 Fish . Why , do ye take it , and the gods give thee good on't ! 2 Fish ...
... better , I'll pay your bounties ; till then , rest your debtor . 1 Fish . Why , wilt thou tourney for the lady ? Per . I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms . 1 Fish . Why , do ye take it , and the gods give thee good on't ! 2 Fish ...
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... better than his outward show Can any way speak in his just commend : For , by his rusty outside , he appears To have practised more the whipstock , * than the lance . 2 Lord . He well may be a stranger , for he comes To an honour'd ...
... better than his outward show Can any way speak in his just commend : For , by his rusty outside , he appears To have practised more the whipstock , * than the lance . 2 Lord . He well may be a stranger , for he comes To an honour'd ...
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... better . [ Aside . Sim . And further tell him , we desire to know , Of whence he is , his name and parentage . Thai . The king , my father , Sir , has drunk to you . Per . I thank him . Thai . Wishing it so much blood unto your life ...
... better . [ Aside . Sim . And further tell him , we desire to know , Of whence he is , his name and parentage . Thai . The king , my father , Sir , has drunk to you . Per . I thank him . Thai . Wishing it so much blood unto your life ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Albanact Andronicus ASSARACUS Bawd beauty blood Boult brother captain Corineus Crom Cromwell daughter dead death devil DIONYZA dost thou doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flow Flowerdale foul gentleman give Goths grace grief hand Harpool hath hear heart heaven Henry Hodge honour Humber husband Idle king knave lady Lavinia live Locrine look Lord Cobham Luce Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS marry Master mistress ne'er never night noble Oath Oliver Pericles pity poor pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE revenge Roch Rome SCENE Scythians shame Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lanc Sir Lancelot Sirrah sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra thyself Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue troth true unto villain Weath weep wife wilt words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 465 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 478 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 463 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head...
Página 472 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Página 473 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Página 464 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Página 500 - But wherefore says she not she is unjust ? And wherefore say not I that I am old ? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Página 474 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Página 464 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...