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... stand like greyhounds in the slips , Straining upon the start . The game's afoot : Follow your spirit , and upon this charge Cry ' God for Harry , England , and Saint George . ' Act 3 , Sc . I. Will . That's a perilous shot out of an ...
... stand like greyhounds in the slips , Straining upon the start . The game's afoot : Follow your spirit , and upon this charge Cry ' God for Harry , England , and Saint George . ' Act 3 , Sc . I. Will . That's a perilous shot out of an ...
Página 63
... stand a tip - toe when this day is nam'd , And rouse him at the name of Crispian . He that outlives this day , and sees old age , Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends , And say , ' To - morrow is Saint Crispian : ' Then will he ...
... stand a tip - toe when this day is nam'd , And rouse him at the name of Crispian . He that outlives this day , and sees old age , Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends , And say , ' To - morrow is Saint Crispian : ' Then will he ...
Página 65
... stands aloof , While all is shared and all is borne away , Ready to starve and dare not touch his own . K. Hen . God defend the right . - Act 2 , Sc . 3 . Act 1 , Sc . I. Queen . Small curs are not regarded when they grin ; But great ...
... stands aloof , While all is shared and all is borne away , Ready to starve and dare not touch his own . K. Hen . God defend the right . - Act 2 , Sc . 3 . Act 1 , Sc . I. Queen . Small curs are not regarded when they grin ; But great ...
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... stand high , have many blasts to choke them ; And if they fall , they dash themselves to pieces . Glou . And thus I clothe my naked villany Act 1 , Sc . 3 . With old odd ends , stol'n forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint , when most I ...
... stand high , have many blasts to choke them ; And if they fall , they dash themselves to pieces . Glou . And thus I clothe my naked villany Act 1 , Sc . 3 . With old odd ends , stol'n forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint , when most I ...
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... stands between two clergymen ! Buck . Two props of virtue for a christian Prince , To stay him from the fall of vanity : And , see , a book of prayer in his hand , True ornaments to know a holy man . - Act 3 , Sc . 7 . K. Rich . We must ...
... stands between two clergymen ! Buck . Two props of virtue for a christian Prince , To stay him from the fall of vanity : And , see , a book of prayer in his hand , True ornaments to know a holy man . - Act 3 , Sc . 7 . K. Rich . We must ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms bear beauty become better blood blow brain breath bring Brutus Cæsar comes dead dear death deed deep devil doth dream Duke earth eyes face fair fall Farewell father faults fear fire fool friends gentle give gold grace grief hand hang hath head hear heart heaven honour horse hour kind King Lady leave lies light Line live look lord Macb means mind nature never night o'er once peace play poor Prince reason rich sense sing sleep SONG soul speak spirit stand strange suffer sweet tell thee There's thief thing thou thou hast thought tongue touch true truth turn virtue wear wind wise woman wrong youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 108 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Página 43 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Página 141 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it ; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Página 110 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Página 120 - gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Página 79 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Página 145 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 33 - 11 begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Página 148 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 108 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.