Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. Glossarial indexJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... dead , he's dead , he's dead ! We are undone , lady , we are undone ! — Alack the day ! -he's gone , he's kill'd , he's dead ! Jul . Can heaven be so envious ? Nurse . Romeo can , Though heaven cannot : -O Romeo , Romeo ! - Who ever ...
... dead , he's dead , he's dead ! We are undone , lady , we are undone ! — Alack the day ! -he's gone , he's kill'd , he's dead ! Jul . Can heaven be so envious ? Nurse . Romeo can , Though heaven cannot : -O Romeo , Romeo ! - Who ever ...
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... dead ! Jul . What storm is this , that blows so contrary ? Is Romeo slaughter'd ; and is Tybalt dead ? My dear - lov'd cousin , and my dearer lord ? — Then , dreadful trumpet , sound the general doom ! For who is living , if those two ...
... dead ! Jul . What storm is this , that blows so contrary ? Is Romeo slaughter'd ; and is Tybalt dead ? My dear - lov'd cousin , and my dearer lord ? — Then , dreadful trumpet , sound the general doom ! For who is living , if those two ...
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... dead , that would have slain my hus- band : All this is comfort ; Wherefore weep I then ? Some word there was , worser than Tybalt's death , That murder'd me : I would forget it fain ; But , O ! it presses to my memory , Like damned ...
... dead , that would have slain my hus- band : All this is comfort ; Wherefore weep I then ? Some word there was , worser than Tybalt's death , That murder'd me : I would forget it fain ; But , O ! it presses to my memory , Like damned ...
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William Shakespeare Alexander Chalmers. All slain , all dead : -Romeo is banished , - There is no end , no limit , measure , bound , In that word's death ; no words can that woè sound.- Where is my father , and ... dead:-Romeo is banished,...
William Shakespeare Alexander Chalmers. All slain , all dead : -Romeo is banished , - There is no end , no limit , measure , bound , In that word's death ; no words can that woè sound.- Where is my father , and ... dead:-Romeo is banished,...
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... dead ; There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee , But thou slew'st Tybalt ; there art thou happy too : The law , that threaten'd death , becomes thy friend , And turns it to exíle ; there art thou happy : A pack of blessings lights ...
... dead ; There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee , But thou slew'st Tybalt ; there art thou happy too : The law , that threaten'd death , becomes thy friend , And turns it to exíle ; there art thou happy : A pack of blessings lights ...
Términos y frases comunes
ancient art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentleman give grief Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet kill'd King lady Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua married means Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep wife wilt word
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Página 213 - 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 355 - 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 134 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Página 148 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Página 221 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 190 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Página 193 - 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 282 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Página 41 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say " Ay ;" And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 138 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods...