The Dramatic Works of W. ShakespeareJ. Harding, 1849 - 925 pagini |
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Pagina 5
... gone . No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls , that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
... gone . No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls , that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
Pagina 7
... gone . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss ; That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- ter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the ...
... gone . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss ; That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- ter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the ...
Pagina 19
... gone by , Since I came to this isle : And in the morn , I'll bring you to your ship , and so to Naples , Where I have hope to see the nuptial And thence retire me to my Milan , where Of these our dear - beloved solemniz'd ; Every third ...
... gone by , Since I came to this isle : And in the morn , I'll bring you to your ship , and so to Naples , Where I have hope to see the nuptial And thence retire me to my Milan , where Of these our dear - beloved solemniz'd ; Every third ...
Pagina 29
... gone , I'll quickly cross , By some sly trick , blunt Thurio's dull proceeding . Love , lend me wings to make my purpose swift , As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift ! [ Exit . SCENE VII . - Verona . A room in Julia's House ...
... gone , I'll quickly cross , By some sly trick , blunt Thurio's dull proceeding . Love , lend me wings to make my purpose swift , As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift ! [ Exit . SCENE VII . - Verona . A room in Julia's House ...
Pagina 30
... gone ; For why , the fools are mad , if left alone . Take no repulse , whatever she doth say ; For , get you gone , she doth not mean , away : Flatter , and praise , commend , extol their graces : Though ne'er so black , say , they have ...
... gone ; For why , the fools are mad , if left alone . Take no repulse , whatever she doth say ; For , get you gone , she doth not mean , away : Flatter , and praise , commend , extol their graces : Though ne'er so black , say , they have ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alençon arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior sir John sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
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Pagina 453 - 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 ; 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 : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Pagina 438 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Pagina 210 - Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward...
Pagina 151 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Pagina 168 - Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ; And therefore finding barren practisers, Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil : But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain ; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power ; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Pagina 321 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Pagina 333 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Pagina 453 - This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Pagina 357 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 182 - Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...