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Página 37
... tis not to have you gone ; Because myself do want my servants ' fortune : - For
why , the fools are mad , if left alone . ... no repulse , whatever she doth say ; That
they should harbour where their lord should For , get you gone , she doth not ...
... tis not to have you gone ; Because myself do want my servants ' fortune : - For
why , the fools are mad , if left alone . ... no repulse , whatever she doth say ; That
they should harbour where their lord should For , get you gone , she doth not ...
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Compáct with her that's gone ! think'st thou , Escal . How ! know you where you
are ? thy oaths , Duke . Respect to your great place ! and let Though they would
swear down each particular the devil saint , Be sometime honour'd for his burning
...
Compáct with her that's gone ! think'st thou , Escal . How ! know you where you
are ? thy oaths , Duke . Respect to your great place ! and let Though they would
swear down each particular the devil saint , Be sometime honour'd for his burning
...
Página 184
These yellow cowslip cheeks , “ But stay ; -0 spite ! “ Are gone , are gone : “ But
mark ; -Poor knight , “ Lovers , make moan ! “ What dreadful dole is here ! “ His
eyes were green as leeks . Eyes , do you see ? “ O , sisters three , “ How can it be
?
These yellow cowslip cheeks , “ But stay ; -0 spite ! “ Are gone , are gone : “ But
mark ; -Poor knight , “ Lovers , make moan ! “ What dreadful dole is here ! “ His
eyes were green as leeks . Eyes , do you see ? “ O , sisters three , “ How can it be
?
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I am Saint Jaques ' pilgrim , thither gone ; Of the none - sparing war ? and is it I ,
Ambitious love hath so in me offended , That drive thee from the sportive court ,
where That bare - foot plod I the cold ground upon , thou With sainted vow my ...
I am Saint Jaques ' pilgrim , thither gone ; Of the none - sparing war ? and is it I ,
Ambitious love hath so in me offended , That drive thee from the sportive court ,
where That bare - foot plod I the cold ground upon , thou With sainted vow my ...
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Ay , my lord ; even so Thy by - gone fooleries were but spices of it . As it is here
set down . That thou betray'dst Polixenes , ' twas notbing ; Leon . There is no truth
at all i'the oracle : That did but show thee , of a fool , inconstant , The sessions ...
Ay , my lord ; even so Thy by - gone fooleries were but spices of it . As it is here
set down . That thou betray'dst Polixenes , ' twas notbing ; Leon . There is no truth
at all i'the oracle : That did but show thee , of a fool , inconstant , The sessions ...
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Página 255 - 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...
Página 12 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Página 168 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Página 88 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 462 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Plays of Shakspeare, Volumen1 The Plays of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 30 Dic. 2006 |
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