Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, Volume 4D. Leach, 1767 |
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... fear proposes the fafety : But the composition , that your valour and fear makes in you , is a virtue of a good wing , and I like 23 hath fo the wear well . PAR . I am fo full All's well , that ends well . 9.
... fear proposes the fafety : But the composition , that your valour and fear makes in you , is a virtue of a good wing , and I like 23 hath fo the wear well . PAR . I am fo full All's well , that ends well . 9.
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... fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papist , howfom'ere their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one , they may jowl horns together like any deer i ' the herd . Cou . Wilt thou ever ...
... fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papist , howfom'ere their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one , they may jowl horns together like any deer i ' the herd . Cou . Wilt thou ever ...
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... fear hath catch'd your fondness : Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head . Now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Againft the proclamation of thy paffion , To fay ...
... fear hath catch'd your fondness : Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head . Now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Againft the proclamation of thy paffion , To fay ...
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... indeed . LAF . Nay , come your ways ; This is his majefty , fay your mind to him : A traitor you do look like ; but fuch traitors To give 9 And write His majesty feldom fears : I am Creffid's uncle , All's well , that ends well . 25.
... indeed . LAF . Nay , come your ways ; This is his majefty , fay your mind to him : A traitor you do look like ; but fuch traitors To give 9 And write His majesty feldom fears : I am Creffid's uncle , All's well , that ends well . 25.
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His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies William Shakespeare Edward Capell. His majesty feldom fears : I am Creffid's uncle , That dare leave two together ; fare you well . [ Exit LAFEU . Attendants retire . Kin . Now , fair one , does ...
His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies William Shakespeare Edward Capell. His majesty feldom fears : I am Creffid's uncle , That dare leave two together ; fare you well . [ Exit LAFEU . Attendants retire . Kin . Now , fair one , does ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt anſwer Antigonus Banquo BERTRAM beſt blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Clown doft elſe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame father fear feems fervant fervice fhall fhew fince fing Fleance fleep fome fomething fool forrow foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet fword gentleman give hand hath hear heart heaven himſelf honeft honour houſe i'the Illyria in't is't itſelf king knave Knock lady LAFEU lefs loft lord Macbeth MACd Macduff madam mafter Malvolio miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'the on't Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen Rofillion ſay SCENE ſeem ſhall ſhe ſhould Sicilia Sir TOBY ſpeak ſtay ſweet tell thane thee There's thine things thou art to't wife worfe yourſelf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 72 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 23 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Página 20 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Página 11 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill : cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...
Página 49 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Página 23 - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Página 71 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 31 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 15 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Página 28 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.