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This is much credit to you . Sir And . An you love me , let's do't : I am Sir To . Shall
I bid him go ? [ Singing . dog at a catch . Clo . What an if you do ? Clo . By'r lady ,
sir , and some dogs will catch Sir To . Shall í bid him go , and spare not ? ' well .
This is much credit to you . Sir And . An you love me , let's do't : I am Sir To . Shall
I bid him go ? [ Singing . dog at a catch . Clo . What an if you do ? Clo . By'r lady ,
sir , and some dogs will catch Sir To . Shall í bid him go , and spare not ? ' well .
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I have no spur Enter Lady MACBETH . To prick the sides of my intent , but only
Dun . See , see ! our honour'd hostess ! Vaulting ambition , which o'erleaps itself ,
The love , that follows us , sometime is our trouble , And falls on the other .
I have no spur Enter Lady MACBETH . To prick the sides of my intent , but only
Dun . See , see ! our honour'd hostess ! Vaulting ambition , which o'erleaps itself ,
The love , that follows us , sometime is our trouble , And falls on the other .
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Enter Lady Macbeth . Macbeth does murder sleep , the innocent sleep ; Lady M.
That , which hath made them drunk , Sleep , that knits up the ravelld sleave of
care , hath made me bold : The death of each day's life , sore labour's bath , What
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Enter Lady Macbeth . Macbeth does murder sleep , the innocent sleep ; Lady M.
That , which hath made them drunk , Sleep , that knits up the ravelld sleave of
care , hath made me bold : The death of each day's life , sore labour's bath , What
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What Lady . What is it carries you away ? a pagan rascal is this ? an infidel ? Ha !
you shall Hot . My horse , see now , in very sincerity of fear and cold heart , My
love , my horse . will he to the king , and lay open all our pro Lady . Out , you mad
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What Lady . What is it carries you away ? a pagan rascal is this ? an infidel ? Ha !
you shall Hot . My horse , see now , in very sincerity of fear and cold heart , My
love , my horse . will he to the king , and lay open all our pro Lady . Out , you mad
...
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I'll be sworn upon all the Lady . It must , of force . [ Exeunt . books in England , I
could find in my heartPoins . [ Within . ] Francis ! SCENE IV . — Eastcheap : A
room in the Boar's Fran . Anon , anon , sir . Head Tavern . P. Hen . How old art
thou ...
I'll be sworn upon all the Lady . It must , of force . [ Exeunt . books in England , I
could find in my heartPoins . [ Within . ] Francis ! SCENE IV . — Eastcheap : A
room in the Boar's Fran . Anon , anon , sir . Head Tavern . P. Hen . How old art
thou ...
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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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