Tales from Shakspere: For the Use of Young PersonsRichard Griffin, 1859 - 503 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 16
Página 455
... Iago hated Cassio , and he hated Othello , as well for favouring Cassio , as for an unjust suspicion , which he had lightly taken up against Othello , that the Moor was too fond of Iago's wife Emilia . From these imaginary provocations ...
... Iago hated Cassio , and he hated Othello , as well for favouring Cassio , as for an unjust suspicion , which he had lightly taken up against Othello , that the Moor was too fond of Iago's wife Emilia . From these imaginary provocations ...
Página 456
... Iago knew how to put on , but kept swal- lowing glass after glass ( as Iago still plied him with drink and encouraging songs ) , and Cassio's tongue ran over in praise of the lady Desdemona , whom he again and again toasted , affirming ...
... Iago knew how to put on , but kept swal- lowing glass after glass ( as Iago still plied him with drink and encouraging songs ) , and Cassio's tongue ran over in praise of the lady Desdemona , whom he again and again toasted , affirming ...
Página 457
... Iago's first artifice succeed completely ; he had now undermined his hated rival , and thrust him out of his place ... Iago that he should have been such a fool as to transform himself into a beast . He was undone , for how could he ask ...
... Iago's first artifice succeed completely ; he had now undermined his hated rival , and thrust him out of his place ... Iago that he should have been such a fool as to transform himself into a beast . He was undone , for how could he ask ...
Página 458
... Iago had entered into the room where Desdemona was , just as Cassio , who had been imploring her intercession , was departing at the op- posite door ; and Iago , who was full of art , said in a low voice , as if to himself , " I like ...
... Iago had entered into the room where Desdemona was , just as Cassio , who had been imploring her intercession , was departing at the op- posite door ; and Iago , who was full of art , said in a low voice , as if to himself , " I like ...
Página 459
... Iago , as if glad that Othello was slow to believe ill of his lady , frankly declared that he had no proof , but begged Othello to observe her behaviour well , when Cassio was by ; not to be jealous nor too secure neither , for that he ( ...
... Iago , as if glad that Othello was slow to believe ill of his lady , frankly declared that he had no proof , but begged Othello to observe her behaviour well , when Cassio was by ; not to be jealous nor too secure neither , for that he ( ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Tales from Shakspere: For the Use of Young Persons Charles Lamb,Charles Knight Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
Angelo Antipholus Antonio Ariel Bassanio Beatrice Benedick Bertram brother called Capulet Cassio Cesario Claudio count Paris court Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Dionyza doth Dromio duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt eyes fair fairy father fear friar Ganymede gentle give grace grief Hamlet hath hear heard heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero honour husband Iago Imogen Isab Isabel Juliet Katharine king knew lady Lear Leonato Leontes live look lord lord Capulet Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid Marina married master Michael Cassio Miranda mistress mother never night noble Oberon Olivia Orlando Orsino Othello Paulina Perdita Pericles Petrucio Polixenes poor Portia Posthumus pray prince Prospero Proteus queen replied ring Romeo Rosalind servant Shylock Silvia sister sleep speak spirit strange sweet tell Thaisa thee thou art thought Timon Titania told Tybalt Valentine Viola weep wife wish words young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 336 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 134 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Página 103 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Página 409 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 47 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 466 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Página 237 - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou '1t come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Página 126 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Página 255 - Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep,' — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd 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 ? Macbeth. Still it cried 'Sleep no more !' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Página 14 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.