Lamb's Tales from Shakspeare. by C. [and M.] Lamb1884 |
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Adriana Angelo Anthonio Antipholis Ariel Banquo Bassanio Beatrice Bellarius Benedick Bertram brother called Camillo Capulet Cassio Cesario child Claudio count Paris countess court Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Demetrius Desdemona Dionysia Dromio duke Ephesus fair father fear friar Ganimed gave gentle gentleman give grief Hamlet hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hermione Hero honour husband Iachimo Iago Imogen Isabel Julia Juliet Katherine king knew lady Lear Leonato Leontes lived look lord lord Capulet lover Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid Marina marriage married master Michael Cassio mind Miranda mistress mother murder never night noble Oberon Olivia Orlando Orsino Othello Paulina Perdita Pericles Petruchio Polixenes poor Portia Posthumus prince prison Prospero Protheus queen replied ring Romeo Rosalind saying seemed servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock Silvia sister sleep speak spirit strange sweet tell Thaisa thought Timon told Tybalt Valentine Viola wicked wife wished words young
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Página 252 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 218 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Página 94 - If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation; and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest: Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him!
Página 225 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Página 82 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled 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 murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Página 90 - With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life , which must not yield To one of woman born.
Página 174 - But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church.
Página 363 - Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Página 254 - twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
Página 29 - Then they for sudden joy did weep, And I for sorrow sung, That such a king should play bo-peep, And go the fools among.