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... some shape . Neft . What is't ? Uly . This ' tis : [ Exeunt . Blunt wedges rive hard knots : The " feeded pride That hath to its maturity blown up In rank Achilles , muft or now be cropt , n Or , fhedding , breed a nursery of like evil ...
... some shape . Neft . What is't ? Uly . This ' tis : [ Exeunt . Blunt wedges rive hard knots : The " feeded pride That hath to its maturity blown up In rank Achilles , muft or now be cropt , n Or , fhedding , breed a nursery of like evil ...
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... Some touches of remorfe ? or is your blood So madly hot , that no difcourfe of reason , Nor fear of bad fuccefs in a bad cause , Can qualify the fame ? Troi . Why , brother Hector , We may not think the juftnefs of each act Such and no ...
... Some touches of remorfe ? or is your blood So madly hot , that no difcourfe of reason , Nor fear of bad fuccefs in a bad cause , Can qualify the fame ? Troi . Why , brother Hector , We may not think the juftnefs of each act Such and no ...
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... some men do , While fome men leave to do ! How fome men creep in fkittish fortune's hall , While others play the ideots in her eyes ! ' How one man eats into another's pride , While pride is feafting in his wantonnefs ! To fee thefe ...
... some men do , While fome men leave to do ! How fome men creep in fkittish fortune's hall , While others play the ideots in her eyes ! ' How one man eats into another's pride , While pride is feafting in his wantonnefs ! To fee thefe ...
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... some groans , Though not for me , yet for your aching bones . Brethren , and fifters , of the hold - door trade , Some two months hence my will shall here be made : It should be now , but that my fear is this- Some galled goofe of ...
... some groans , Though not for me , yet for your aching bones . Brethren , and fifters , of the hold - door trade , Some two months hence my will shall here be made : It should be now , but that my fear is this- Some galled goofe of ...
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... Some twenty years . 2 Gent . That a king's children should be fo convey'd ! So flackly guarded ! And the fearch fo flow , That could not trace them ! 1 Gent . Howfoe'er ' tis ftrange , A glass that feated them ; ] - featur'd - formed ...
... Some twenty years . 2 Gent . That a king's children should be fo convey'd ! So flackly guarded ! And the fearch fo flow , That could not trace them ! 1 Gent . Howfoe'er ' tis ftrange , A glass that feated them ; ] - featur'd - formed ...
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The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes, Volume 3 William Shakespeare Visualização de excertos - 1838 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Calchas Clot coufin Cymbeline death Diomed doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Falstaff father Faulc Faulconbridge fear feem fhall fhame fhew fhould fince fir John firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt grief Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Henry himſelf Hoft honour horſe Iach itſelf Juft king lady lord mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland Pandarus Patroclus peace Percy Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus Poins prefent Priam prince purpoſe Queen reafon Rich ſay SCENE Shal ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand ſtate tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue Troi Troilus Ulyff Weft whofe Whoſe York yourſelf
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Página 317 - 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 621 - 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 622 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Página 359 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 554 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 554 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Página 624 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Página 73 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...