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Yet , for all this , say not , that Percy's dead ! And he is furnish'd with no certainties
, I see a strange confession in thine eye : More than he haply may retail from me .
Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it fear , or sin , Enter TRAVERS . To speak a ...
Yet , for all this , say not , that Percy's dead ! And he is furnish'd with no certainties
, I see a strange confession in thine eye : More than he haply may retail from me .
Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it fear , or sin , Enter TRAVERS . To speak a ...
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And given me notice of their villainies . Thou baleful messenger , out of my sight !
This devil here shall be my substitute ; Upon thy eye - balls murd'rous tyranny For
that Jolin Mortimer , which now is dead , Sits in grim majesty , to fright the world ...
And given me notice of their villainies . Thou baleful messenger , out of my sight !
This devil here shall be my substitute ; Upon thy eye - balls murd'rous tyranny For
that Jolin Mortimer , which now is dead , Sits in grim majesty , to fright the world ...
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I know , when one is dead , and when one lives ; Edg . Very bootless . She's dead
as earth . - Lend me a looking - glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone
, Enter an Officer . Why , then she lives . Off . Edmund is dead , my lord ! Kent .
I know , when one is dead , and when one lives ; Edg . Very bootless . She's dead
as earth . - Lend me a looking - glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone
, Enter an Officer . Why , then she lives . Off . Edmund is dead , my lord ! Kent .
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Al well - a - day ! he's dead , he's dead , he's dead ! Could draw to part them , was
stout Tybalt slain ; We are uudope , lady , we are undone !And , as he fell , did
Romeo turn and fly : Alack the day ! - he's gone , he's kill'd , he's dead ! This is the
...
Al well - a - day ! he's dead , he's dead , he's dead ! Could draw to part them , was
stout Tybalt slain ; We are uudope , lady , we are undone !And , as he fell , did
Romeo turn and fly : Alack the day ! - he's gone , he's kill'd , he's dead ! This is the
...
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Uncomfortable time ! why cam'st thou vow Enter Nurse . To murder murder our
solemnity ? – Nurse . Mistress ! what , mistress ! - Juliet ! O child ! 0 child ! - my
soul , and not my child ! fast , I warrant her , she :Dead art thou , dead ! - alack !
my ...
Uncomfortable time ! why cam'st thou vow Enter Nurse . To murder murder our
solemnity ? – Nurse . Mistress ! what , mistress ! - Juliet ! O child ! 0 child ! - my
soul , and not my child ! fast , I warrant her , she :Dead art thou , dead ! - alack !
my ...
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Página 367 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war...
Página 255 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 367 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Página 307 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Página 289 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 267 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 254 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Ernst Fleischer, 1824 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 30 Dic. 2006 |
| Largo | 830 páginas |
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