The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volumen2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... dead , or drunk ? See , doth he breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . Lord . O , monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies . Grim death , how foul and ...
... dead , or drunk ? See , doth he breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . Lord . O , monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies . Grim death , how foul and ...
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... dead , my fortune lives for me ; And I do hope good days , and long , to see . Gre . O ! Sir , such a life , with such a wife , were strange ; But if you have a stomach , to ' t o ' God's name : You shall have me assisting you in all ...
... dead , my fortune lives for me ; And I do hope good days , and long , to see . Gre . O ! Sir , such a life , with such a wife , were strange ; But if you have a stomach , to ' t o ' God's name : You shall have me assisting you in all ...
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... Hel . I do affect a sorrow , indeed ; but I have it too . Laf . Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead , excessive grief the enemy to the living . Count . If the living be enemy to the grief 80 2 ALL ' S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... Hel . I do affect a sorrow , indeed ; but I have it too . Laf . Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead , excessive grief the enemy to the living . Count . If the living be enemy to the grief 80 2 ALL ' S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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... dead , you should be such a one As you are now , for you are cold and stern ; And now you should be as your mother was , When your sweet self was got . [ Exeunt . Dia . She then was honest . Ber . So should you be . No : Dia . My mother ...
... dead , you should be such a one As you are now , for you are cold and stern ; And now you should be as your mother was , When your sweet self was got . [ Exeunt . Dia . She then was honest . Ber . So should you be . No : Dia . My mother ...
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... dead , and I am the grave of it . Fr. Env . He hath perverted a young gentlewoman , here in Florence , of a most chaste renown , and this night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour : he hath given her his monumental ring , and ...
... dead , and I am the grave of it . Fr. Env . He hath perverted a young gentlewoman , here in Florence , of a most chaste renown , and this night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour : he hath given her his monumental ring , and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 476 - 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.
Página 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Página 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Página 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...