The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic. Wanting pp |
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Pagina 6
... doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong bell . [ Burden , ding - dong . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father ...
... doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong bell . [ Burden , ding - dong . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father ...
Pagina 9
... doth , We two , my lord , [ rest , It is a comforter . Ant . Will guard your person , while you take your And watch your safety . Alon . Thank you : Wond'rous heavy . [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness ...
... doth , We two , my lord , [ rest , It is a comforter . Ant . Will guard your person , while you take your And watch your safety . Alon . Thank you : Wond'rous heavy . [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness ...
Pagina 32
... doth rage ; But , when his fair course is not hindered , He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones , Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays , t Intended ...
... doth rage ; But , when his fair course is not hindered , He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones , Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays , t Intended ...
Pagina 33
... doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay , then , no matter ; stay with me a while ... doth say ; For , get you gone , she doth not mean , away : Guessed . § Design . + Flatter and praise , commend ...
... doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay , then , no matter ; stay with me a while ... doth say ; For , get you gone , she doth not mean , away : Guessed . § Design . + Flatter and praise , commend ...
Pagina 36
... doth talk in her sleep . Laun . It's no matter for that , so she sleep not in her talk . Speed . Item , She is slow in words . Laun . O villain , that set this down among her vices ! To be slow in words , is a woman's only virtue : I ...
... doth talk in her sleep . Laun . It's no matter for that , so she sleep not in her talk . Speed . Item , She is slow in words . Laun . O villain , that set this down among her vices ! To be slow in words , is a woman's only virtue : I ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
art thou better Biron blood Boling Boyet brother Cassio Claud Claudio comes daughter dear death Desdemona dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Iago Isab John Kath Kent king knave lady Laertes lago Laun Lear Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Othello pardon Pedro Petruchio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Proteus Queen Re-enter SCENE signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio true villain What's wife woman word
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Pagina 230 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Pagina vi - 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.
Pagina 217 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Pagina 207 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Pagina 6 - 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.
Pagina 207 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million : laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Pagina 1 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pagina 8 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 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.
Pagina 226 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.