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Pagina 37
... never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . Where ' s Achilles ? PATR . What , art thou devout ? wast thou in a prayer ? THER . Ay : the heavens hear me ! Enter ACHILLES . ACHIL . Who's there ? PATR . Thersites , my lord . ACHIL . Where ...
... never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . Where ' s Achilles ? PATR . What , art thou devout ? wast thou in a prayer ? THER . Ay : the heavens hear me ! Enter ACHILLES . ACHIL . Who's there ? PATR . Thersites , my lord . ACHIL . Where ...
Pagina 49
... never see truly . CRES . Blind fear , that seeing reason leads , finds safer foot- ing than blind reason stumbling without fear : To fear the worst oft cures the worse . TRO . O , let my lady apprehend no fear : in all Cupid's pageant ...
... never see truly . CRES . Blind fear , that seeing reason leads , finds safer foot- ing than blind reason stumbling without fear : To fear the worst oft cures the worse . TRO . O , let my lady apprehend no fear : in all Cupid's pageant ...
Pagina 67
... answers again , Because thou canst not ease thy smart , By friendship , nor by speaking . There was never a truer rhyme . Let us cast away nothing , for we may live to have need of such a SCENE IV . 67 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... answers again , Because thou canst not ease thy smart , By friendship , nor by speaking . There was never a truer rhyme . Let us cast away nothing , for we may live to have need of such a SCENE IV . 67 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
Pagina 77
... never saw till now . I knew thy grandsire , And once fought with him : he was a soldier good ; But , by great Mars , the captain of us all , Never like thee : Let an old man embrace thee ; And , worthy warrior , welcome to our tents ...
... never saw till now . I knew thy grandsire , And once fought with him : he was a soldier good ; But , by great Mars , the captain of us all , Never like thee : Let an old man embrace thee ; And , worthy warrior , welcome to our tents ...
Pagina 85
... never trust me else . DIO . Give me some token for the surety of it . CRES . I'll fetch you one . ULYSS . You have sworn patience . TRO . [ Exit . Fear me not , sweet lord ; I will not be myself , nor have cognition Of what I feel ; I ...
... never trust me else . DIO . Give me some token for the surety of it . CRES . I'll fetch you one . ULYSS . You have sworn patience . TRO . [ Exit . Fear me not , sweet lord ; I will not be myself , nor have cognition Of what I feel ; I ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
AARON Achilles AGAM Agamemnon AJAX Alcibiades Andronicus APEM Apemantus Appears art thou BAWD better blood BOULT CAPULET Cassio CRES Cressida daughter dead dear death DEMET Desdemona Diomed dost thou doth EMIL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool GENT gentleman give Gloster gods Goths Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector hither honour IAGO Juliet KENT king knave lady LAER Laertes Lavinia LEAR look lord Lucius madam Michael Cassio murther ne'er never night noble NURSE Othello Pandarus Patroclus Pericles POLONIUS poor pray Priam prince prithee QUEEN Romeo SCENE servant Shakspere soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee THER there's thine thou art thou hast Timon Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus Tybalt ULYSS villain wilt word Отн
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Pagina 60 - 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 47 - 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; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
Pagina 44 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Pagina 22 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Pagina 79 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant What place this is ; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me ; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pagina 47 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after...
Pagina 41 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks ! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Pagina 43 - Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pagina 19 - O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick. How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows...
Pagina 43 - 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...