The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volume 4 |
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Say , thou wilt walk ; we will bestrew the ground : Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses
shall be trapp ' d , Their harness studded all with gold and pearl . Dost thou love
hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ?
Say , thou wilt walk ; we will bestrew the ground : Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses
shall be trapp ' d , Their harness studded all with gold and pearl . Dost thou love
hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ?
Página 222
Pr ' ythee , son , do ; for we must be gentle , now we are gentlemen . Clo . Thou
wilt amend thy life ? Aut . Ay , an it like your good worship . Clo . Give me thy
hand : I will swear to the prince , thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in
Bohemia .
Pr ' ythee , son , do ; for we must be gentle , now we are gentlemen . Clo . Thou
wilt amend thy life ? Aut . Ay , an it like your good worship . Clo . Give me thy
hand : I will swear to the prince , thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in
Bohemia .
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Dromio , thou drone , thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! Dro . S . I am transformed ,
master , am not I ? Ant . S . I think , thou art , in mind , and so am I . Dro . S . Nay ,
master , both in mind , and in my shape . Ant . S . Thou hast thine own form . Dro .
Dromio , thou drone , thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! Dro . S . I am transformed ,
master , am not I ? Ant . S . I think , thou art , in mind , and so am I . Dro . S . Nay ,
master , both in mind , and in my shape . Ant . S . Thou hast thine own form . Dro .
Página 266
Ant . S . Call thyself sister , sweet , for I aim thee : Thee will I love , and with thee
lead my life ; Thou hast no husband yet , nor I no wife : Give me thy hand . Luc . O
, soft , sir , hold you still ; I ' ll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Exit Luc .
Ant . S . Call thyself sister , sweet , for I aim thee : Thee will I love , and with thee
lead my life ; Thou hast no husband yet , nor I no wife : Give me thy hand . Luc . O
, soft , sir , hold you still ; I ' ll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Exit Luc .
Página 328
This have I thought good to deliver thee , my dearest partner of greatness ; that
thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing , by being ignorant of what greatness
is promised thee . Lay it to thy heart , and farewell . Glamis thou art , and ...
This have I thought good to deliver thee , my dearest partner of greatness ; that
thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing , by being ignorant of what greatness
is promised thee . Lay it to thy heart , and farewell . Glamis thou art , and ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Attendants Banquo bear better Bianca blood bring Camillo comes daughter death doth Dromio Enter Exeunt Exit face fair father fear fellow give gone Gremio hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence hold honour husband I'll Johnson Kath keep king knock Lady leave Leon live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd marry master means mind mistress murder nature never night once Paul Petruchio play poor pray present queen rest Rosse SCENE seems sense Serv Servant Shakspeare signior sister sleep speak stand stay STEEVENS sweet tell thank thee There's thing thou thou art thought Tranio true unto wife Witch
Passagens conhecidas
Página 365 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Página 369 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Página 377 - Witch. 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 343 - Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 181 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Página 323 - 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 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Página 370 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Página 329 - And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Página 166 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página 342 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...