The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... never half so cold As were his hands , though ne'er so near the fire he did them hold . ' Hence the poet makes him little sensible to the passion of love , and a jester at wounds which he never felt . ' 6 2 In King Henry VIII . where ...
... never half so cold As were his hands , though ne'er so near the fire he did them hold . ' Hence the poet makes him little sensible to the passion of love , and a jester at wounds which he never felt . ' 6 2 In King Henry VIII . where ...
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... never felt a wound.- [ JULIET appears above , at a Window . But , soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ! 5 i . e . the humid , the moist dewy night . Chapman uses the word in this sense in his translation of Homer , b . ii ...
... never felt a wound.- [ JULIET appears above , at a Window . But , soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ! 5 i . e . the humid , the moist dewy night . Chapman uses the word in this sense in his translation of Homer , b . ii ...
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... never will be Romeo . Jul . What man art thou , that , thus bescreen'd in night , So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom . By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name , dear saint , is hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy ...
... never will be Romeo . Jul . What man art thou , that , thus bescreen'd in night , So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom . By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name , dear saint , is hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy ...
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... never lie ; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign : Therefore thy earliness doth me assure , Thou art uprous'd by some distemp❜rature ; Or if not so , then here I hit it ...
... never lie ; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign : Therefore thy earliness doth me assure , Thou art uprous'd by some distemp❜rature ; Or if not so , then here I hit it ...
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... never with me for any thing , when thou wast not there for the goose . Mer . I will bite thee by the ear for that jest . Rom . Nay , good goose , bite not . 14 Mer . Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting 14 ; it is a most sharp sauce . Rom ...
... never with me for any thing , when thou wast not there for the goose . Mer . I will bite thee by the ear for that jest . Rom . Nay , good goose , bite not . 14 Mer . Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting 14 ; it is a most sharp sauce . Rom ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
¹¹ ancient beauty Benvolio Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona dost doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads friar gentlemen give grief Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio Iago is't Juliet King Lear kiss lady Laer Laertes look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam Malone married means Measure for Measure Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night Nurse old copies Ophelia Othello passage play poet POLONIUS pray quarto of 1603 quarto reads Queen Rape of Lucrece Roderigo Romeo Romeo and Juliet scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Troilus and Cressida Tybalt villain weep wife word
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Página 254 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 170 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't. — Frailty, thy name is woman...
Página 330 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Página 368 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate.
Página 230 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Página 32 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 50 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 366 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my...
Página 439 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Página 238 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.