The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 páginas |
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... Thou art the thing itself ; - unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor , bare , forked animal as thou art . - Off , off , you lendings .-- Come ; unbutton here.2 [ Tearing off his clothes . Fool . ' Pr'ythee , nuncle , be contented ...
... Thou art the thing itself ; - unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor , bare , forked animal as thou art . - Off , off , you lendings .-- Come ; unbutton here.2 [ Tearing off his clothes . Fool . ' Pr'ythee , nuncle , be contented ...
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... Thou art armed , Gloster . - Let the trumpet sound ; If none appear to prove upon thy person , Thy heinous , manifest , and many treasons , There is my pledge ; [ Throwing down a glove ; ] I'll prove it on thy heart , Ere I taste bread ...
... Thou art armed , Gloster . - Let the trumpet sound ; If none appear to prove upon thy person , Thy heinous , manifest , and many treasons , There is my pledge ; [ Throwing down a glove ; ] I'll prove it on thy heart , Ere I taste bread ...
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... thou wast not bound to answer An unknown opposite ; thou art not vanquished , But cozened and beguiled . Alb . Shut your mouth , dame , Or with this paper shall I stop it . - Hold , sir ; — Thou worse than any name , read thine own ...
... thou wast not bound to answer An unknown opposite ; thou art not vanquished , But cozened and beguiled . Alb . Shut your mouth , dame , Or with this paper shall I stop it . - Hold , sir ; — Thou worse than any name , read thine own ...
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... thou art not quickly moved to strike . Sam . A dog of the house of Montague moves me . Gre . To move , is to stir ; and to be valiant , is- to stand to it . Therefore , if thou art moved , thou run'st away . Sam . A dog of that house ...
... thou art not quickly moved to strike . Sam . A dog of the house of Montague moves me . Gre . To move , is to stir ; and to be valiant , is- to stand to it . Therefore , if thou art moved , thou run'st away . Sam . A dog of that house ...
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... art thou drawn among these heartless hinds ? Turn thee , Benvolio , look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Tyb . What , drawn , and talk of peace ? I hate the ...
... art thou drawn among these heartless hinds ? Turn thee , Benvolio , look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Tyb . What , drawn , and talk of peace ? I hate the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear folio reads fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL grief Hamlet hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife wilt word
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Página 306 - O, what a rogue and 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 208 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Página 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Página 72 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 13 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Página 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the 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 and will and strength and means To do't.
Página 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Página 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
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...