The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 7Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... Art of the house ? Kent . Av . Stew . Where may we set our horses ? Kent . I'the mire . Stew . ' Pr'ythee , if thou love me , tell me . Kent . I love thee not . Stew . Why , then I care not for thee . Kent . If I had thee in Lipsbury ...
... Art of the house ? Kent . Av . Stew . Where may we set our horses ? Kent . I'the mire . Stew . ' Pr'ythee , if thou love me , tell me . Kent . I love thee not . Stew . Why , then I care not for thee . Kent . If I had thee in Lipsbury ...
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... art nothing but the composition of a knave , beggar , coward , pander , and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch ; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining , if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition . ' Stew . Why , what a ...
... art nothing but the composition of a knave , beggar , coward , pander , and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch ; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining , if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition . ' Stew . Why , what a ...
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... Thou art a strange fellow ; a tailor make a man ? Kent . Ay , a tailor , sir ; a stone - cutter , or a painter , could not have made him so ill , though they had been but two hours at the trade . Corn . Speak yet , how grew your quarrel ...
... Thou art a strange fellow ; a tailor make a man ? Kent . Ay , a tailor , sir ; a stone - cutter , or a painter , could not have made him so ill , though they had been but two hours at the trade . Corn . Speak yet , how grew your quarrel ...
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... art thou mad , old fellow ? Glo . Say that . How fell you out ? Kent . No contraries hold more antipathy , Than I and such a knave . Corn . Why dost thou call him knave ? What's his offence ? Kent . His countenance likes me not.5 Corn ...
... art thou mad , old fellow ? Glo . Say that . How fell you out ? Kent . No contraries hold more antipathy , Than I and such a knave . Corn . Why dost thou call him knave ? What's his offence ? Kent . His countenance likes me not.5 Corn ...
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... Thou better know'st The offices of nature , bond of childhood , Effects of courtesy , dues of gratitude ; Thy half o ... Art not ashamed to look upon this beard ? - [ To GONERIL . O Regan , wilt thou take her by the hand ? quartos read ...
... Thou better know'st The offices of nature , bond of childhood , Effects of courtesy , dues of gratitude ; Thy half o ... Art not ashamed to look upon this beard ? - [ To GONERIL . O Regan , wilt thou take her by the hand ? quartos read ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Child Rowland Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear folio reads fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Página 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Página 281 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Página 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Página 335 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 431 - As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Página 312 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn 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 197 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Página 102 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Página 349 - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...