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... and being bred in broils , Hast not the soft way , which thou dost confess , Were
fit for thee to use as they to claim , In asking their good - loves ; but thou wilt frame
Thyself , forsooth , hereafter theirs , so far As thou hast power , and person .
... and being bred in broils , Hast not the soft way , which thou dost confess , Were
fit for thee to use as they to claim , In asking their good - loves ; but thou wilt frame
Thyself , forsooth , hereafter theirs , so far As thou hast power , and person .
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I pr'ythee now , sweet son : as thou hast said , My praises made thee first a
soldier , so , To have my praise for this , perform a part Thou hast not done before
. Cor . Well , I must do ' t . Away , my disposition , and possess me Some harlot's
spirit ...
I pr'ythee now , sweet son : as thou hast said , My praises made thee first a
soldier , so , To have my praise for this , perform a part Thou hast not done before
. Cor . Well , I must do ' t . Away , my disposition , and possess me Some harlot's
spirit ...
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Thou hast most kindly bit it . Rom . A most courteous exposition . Mer . Nay , I am
the very pink of courtesy . Rom . Pink for flower . Mer . Right . Rom . Why , then is
my pump well flowered . Mer . Well said : follow me this jest now , till thou hast ...
Thou hast most kindly bit it . Rom . A most courteous exposition . Mer . Nay , I am
the very pink of courtesy . Rom . Pink for flower . Mer . Right . Rom . Why , then is
my pump well flowered . Mer . Well said : follow me this jest now , till thou hast ...
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Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts having no other reason , but
because thou hast hazel eyes : what eye , but such an eye , would spy out such a
quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels , as an egg is full of meat ; and yet thy
head ...
Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts having no other reason , but
because thou hast hazel eyes : what eye , but such an eye , would spy out such a
quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels , as an egg is full of meat ; and yet thy
head ...
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... be thyself ! Speak not , be gone . Alcib . Hast thou gold yet ? I'll take the gold
thou giv'st me , Not all thy counsel . Tim . Dost thou , or dost thou not , heaven's
curse upon thee ! Phr . & Timan . Give us some gold , good Timon : hast thou
more ...
... be thyself ! Speak not , be gone . Alcib . Hast thou gold yet ? I'll take the gold
thou giv'st me , Not all thy counsel . Tim . Dost thou , or dost thou not , heaven's
curse upon thee ! Phr . & Timan . Give us some gold , good Timon : hast thou
more ...
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Página 322 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Página 155 - 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 316 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Página 365 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 375 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time , for, from this instant, There 's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 329 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Página 291 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Página 365 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Página 279 - He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 384 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further ! Lady M.
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| Título | The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volumen5 Volúmenes40-46 de Collection of British and American authors The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Tauchnitz, 1843 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 27 Dic. 2006 |
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