The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... death unfam'd , When Helen is the fubject . Then , I say , Well may we fight for her , whom , we know well , The world's large spaces cannot parallel . He & t . Paris and Troilus , you have both faid well : But on the cause and queftion ...
... death unfam'd , When Helen is the fubject . Then , I say , Well may we fight for her , whom , we know well , The world's large spaces cannot parallel . He & t . Paris and Troilus , you have both faid well : But on the cause and queftion ...
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... death , then if fhe , that lays thee out , fays thou art a fair coarfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't , fhe never fhrouded any but Lazars Amen . Where's Achilles ? ; Pat . What , art thou devout ? waft thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay , the ...
... death , then if fhe , that lays thee out , fays thou art a fair coarfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't , fhe never fhrouded any but Lazars Amen . Where's Achilles ? ; Pat . What , art thou devout ? waft thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay , the ...
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... death upon : now the dry Serpigo on the fubject , and war and lechery confound all ! [ Exit . Aga . Where is Achilles ? Pat . Within his tent , but ill - difpos'd , my lord . Aga . Let it be known to him that we are here . * He fhent ...
... death upon : now the dry Serpigo on the fubject , and war and lechery confound all ! [ Exit . Aga . Where is Achilles ? Pat . Within his tent , but ill - difpos'd , my lord . Aga . Let it be known to him that we are here . * He fhent ...
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... death - tokens of it Cry , no recovery . Aga . Let Ajax go to him . Dear lord , go you and greet him in his tent ; ' Tis faid , he holds you well , and will be led At your requeft a little from himself . · Ulyff . O , Agamemnon , let it ...
... death - tokens of it Cry , no recovery . Aga . Let Ajax go to him . Dear lord , go you and greet him in his tent ; ' Tis faid , he holds you well , and will be led At your requeft a little from himself . · Ulyff . O , Agamemnon , let it ...
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... death , I fear me ; Swooning deftruction , or fome joy too fine , Too fubtle - potent , and too fharp in sweetness , For the capacity of my rude powers ; I fear it much , and I do fear befides , That I fhall lofe diftinction in my joys ...
... death , I fear me ; Swooning deftruction , or fome joy too fine , Too fubtle - potent , and too fharp in sweetness , For the capacity of my rude powers ; I fear it much , and I do fear befides , That I fhall lofe diftinction in my joys ...
Términos y frases comunes
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brabantio Caffio Calchas Capulet Clown Creffid Cyprus dead dear death Defdemona Diomede doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Farewel father feem fhall fhew fhould flain fleep fome foul fpeak fpirit Friar Lawrence ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Hamlet hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honeft houſe huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes lord Menelaus Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night Nurfe Nurſe Othello Pandarus Paris Patroclus pleaſe Polonius pray prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Rodorigo Romeo ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther there's theſe thofe thou art Troi Troilus Tybalt Ulyff uſe villain Warb whofe wife yourſelf
Pasajes populares
Página 65 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Página 144 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Página 274 - 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 275 - ... 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 285 - 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...
Página 324 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Página 242 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory 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 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Página 136 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 286 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.