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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
... even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , But doubts discovery there . Will you grant , with me , That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Seb . He's gone . Ant . Then let us both be sudden . Con 11 7 = . ACT II . ] THE TEMPEST .
... even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , But doubts discovery there . Will you grant , with me , That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Seb . He's gone . Ant . Then let us both be sudden . Con 11 7 = . ACT II . ] THE TEMPEST .
Pagina 18
... gone ? Sweet Valentine , adica ! Think on thy Proteus , when thon , haply , seest Some rare note - worthy object in thy travel ! Wish me partaker in thy happiness , When thou dost meet good hap ; and in thy danger , If ever danger do ...
... gone ? Sweet Valentine , adica ! Think on thy Proteus , when thon , haply , seest Some rare note - worthy object in thy travel ! Wish me partaker in thy happiness , When thou dost meet good hap ; and in thy danger , If ever danger do ...
Pagina 25
... 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 . But qualify the fire's extreme rage , Lest it should ...
... 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 . But qualify the fire's extreme rage , Lest it should ...
Pagina 26
... 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 ...
Alte ediții - Afișează-le pe toate
The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volumul 3 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1828 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alençon arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Isab king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK 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 villain What's wife wilt word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 367 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war...
Pagina 255 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pagina 367 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Pagina 307 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pagina 289 - 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 267 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pagina 254 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Informații bibliografice
| Titlu | The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Fleischer, 1824 |
| Exemplar original de la | Biblioteca publică din New York |
| Scanată la | 30 dec. 2006 |
| Lungime | 830 pagini |
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