The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volumen8 |
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... tears ] i . e . falling tears . 4 Turn all her mother's pains , and benefits , ] Her maternal cares and good offices . That these hot tears , which break from me perforce D 2 SCENE IV . 35 KING LEAR . Beat at this gate, that let thy ...
... tears ] i . e . falling tears . 4 Turn all her mother's pains , and benefits , ] Her maternal cares and good offices . That these hot tears , which break from me perforce D 2 SCENE IV . 35 KING LEAR . Beat at this gate, that let thy ...
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. That these hot tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them . - Blasts and fogs upon thee ! 5 The untented woundings of a father's curse Pierce ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. That these hot tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them . - Blasts and fogs upon thee ! 5 The untented woundings of a father's curse Pierce ...
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... tears his white hair ' ; Which the impetuous blasts , with eyeless rage , Catch in their fury , and make nothing of : Strives in his little world of man to out - scorn The to - and - fro - conflicting wind and rain . This night ...
... tears his white hair ' ; Which the impetuous blasts , with eyeless rage , Catch in their fury , and make nothing of : Strives in his little world of man to out - scorn The to - and - fro - conflicting wind and rain . This night ...
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... tear this hand , But I will punish home : - In such a night For lifting food to't ? No , I will weep no more . To shut me out ! Pour on ; I will endure : - In such a night as this ! O Regan , Goneril ! Your old kind father , whose frank ...
... tear this hand , But I will punish home : - In such a night For lifting food to't ? No , I will weep no more . To shut me out ! Pour on ; I will endure : - In such a night as this ! O Regan , Goneril ! Your old kind father , whose frank ...
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... tears begin to take his part so much , They'll mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Aside . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them : - Avaunt , you curs ...
... tears begin to take his part so much , They'll mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Aside . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them : - Avaunt , you curs ...
Términos y frases comunes
ancient art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare signifies soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain wife word
Pasajes populares
Página 399 - 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.
Página 325 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the 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 314 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
Página 112 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Página 286 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. 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.
Página 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Página 339 - 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 business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
Página 118 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Página 306 - ... this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Página 386 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed 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?