The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volumul 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 pagini |
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Pagina 87
... noble Claudio . Beat . O lord ! he will hang upon him like a disease : he is sooner caught than the pestilence , and the taker runs presently mad . God help the noble Claudio ! if he have caught the Benedick , it will cort him a thou ...
... noble Claudio . Beat . O lord ! he will hang upon him like a disease : he is sooner caught than the pestilence , and the taker runs presently mad . God help the noble Claudio ! if he have caught the Benedick , it will cort him a thou ...
Pagina 107
... noble feat , Much like to you , for you have just his bleat . Re - enter Antonio , with the Ladies masked . Claud . For this I owe you : here comes other reck- onings . -Which is the lady I must seize upon ? Ant . This same is she , and ...
... noble feat , Much like to you , for you have just his bleat . Re - enter Antonio , with the Ladies masked . Claud . For this I owe you : here comes other reck- onings . -Which is the lady I must seize upon ? Ant . This same is she , and ...
Pagina 138
... noble captain . Par . Mars dote on you for his novices ! What will you do ? Ber . Stay ; the king- [ Exeunt Lords . [ Seeing him rise . Par . Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords ; you have restrained yourself within the list ...
... noble captain . Par . Mars dote on you for his novices ! What will you do ? Ber . Stay ; the king- [ Exeunt Lords . [ Seeing him rise . Par . Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords ; you have restrained yourself within the list ...
Pagina 151
... noble captain . 2 Lard . God bless you , captain Parolles . 1 Lord . God save you , noble captain . 2 Lord . Captain , what greeting will you to my lord Lafeu ! I am for France . 1 Lord . Good captain , will you give me a copy of the ...
... noble captain . 2 Lard . God bless you , captain Parolles . 1 Lord . God save you , noble captain . 2 Lord . Captain , what greeting will you to my lord Lafeu ! I am for France . 1 Lord . Good captain , will you give me a copy of the ...
Pagina 187
... noble lord , it is ; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself . Which , when I saw rehears'd , I must confess , Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears The passion of loud laughter never shed . The . What are they that do play it ...
... noble lord , it is ; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself . Which , when I saw rehears'd , I must confess , Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears The passion of loud laughter never shed . The . What are they that do play it ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood brother Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Jack Cade Kath king knave lady Laun Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd Mach madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress ne'er never night noble Northumberland Orla pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 224 - 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.
Pagina 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Pagina 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Pagina 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Pagina 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pagina 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Pagina 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Pagina 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Pagina 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...