The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumen6Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... Light o ' love . Luc . It is too heavy for so light a tune . Jul . Heavy ? belike , it hath some burden then . Luc . Ay ; and melodious were it , would you sing it . Jul . And why not you ? Luc . I cannot reach so high . Jul . Let's see ...
... Light o ' love . Luc . It is too heavy for so light a tune . Jul . Heavy ? belike , it hath some burden then . Luc . Ay ; and melodious were it , would you sing it . Jul . And why not you ? Luc . I cannot reach so high . Jul . Let's see ...
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... lights they were wont to have , when you chid at sir Proteus for going ungarter- ed ! Val . What should I see then ? Speed . Your own present folly , and her passing de- formity for he , being in love , could not see to garter his hose ...
... lights they were wont to have , when you chid at sir Proteus for going ungarter- ed ! Val . What should I see then ? Speed . Your own present folly , and her passing de- formity for he , being in love , could not see to garter his hose ...
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... light ; But when I look on her perfections , There is no reason but I shall be blind . If I can check my erring love , I will ; If not , to compass her I'll use my skill . [ Exit . SCENE V. - The same . A Street . Enter SPEED and LAUNCE ...
... light ; But when I look on her perfections , There is no reason but I shall be blind . If I can check my erring love , I will ; If not , to compass her I'll use my skill . [ Exit . SCENE V. - The same . A Street . Enter SPEED and LAUNCE ...
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... light from thee of this . Pro . Adieu , my lord ; Sir Valentine is coming . [ Exit . Enter VALENTINE . Duke . Sir Valentine , whither away so fast ? Val . Please it your grace , there is a messenger That stays to bear my letters to my ...
... light from thee of this . Pro . Adieu , my lord ; Sir Valentine is coming . [ Exit . Enter VALENTINE . Duke . Sir Valentine , whither away so fast ? Val . Please it your grace , there is a messenger That stays to bear my letters to my ...
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... light , my lord , that you may bear it Under a cloak , that is of any length . Duke . A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then let me see thy cloak ; I'll get me one of such another length ...
... light , my lord , that you may bear it Under a cloak , that is of any length . Duke . A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then let me see thy cloak ; I'll get me one of such another length ...
Términos y frases comunes
art thou BENVOLIO breath daughter dead dear death dost thou doth Duke earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentle gentleman Ghost give gone grace grief Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio i'the is't Julia Juliet King kiss Lady CAPULET Laer Laertes Laun letter live look lord Lucetta madam maid Mantua marriage Marry master Mercutio mistress Montague mother night Norway Nurse o'er Ophelia play poison'd POLONIUS pray Prince Pyrrhus Queen Romeo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE servant Silvia sir Proteus sleep soul speak Speed stay sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thou wilt tongue Tybalt Valentine Verona villain weep Wilt thou word writ youth
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Página 279 - 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 110 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 337 - 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 : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Página 261 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Página 226 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Página 225 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else — be they as pure as grace, As...
Página 266 - Speak the speech I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Página 267 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 300 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more! Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th' event— A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward— I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do,' Sith I have cause,...
Página 266 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumen6 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 27 Dic. 2006 |
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