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Página 133
Look , if it please you , on this man condemn'd , Prov . This is another prisoner ,
that I sav'd , As if my brother liv'd : I partly think , That should have died when
Claudio lost his head , A due sincerity govern'd his deeds , As like almost to
Claudio ...
Look , if it please you , on this man condemn'd , Prov . This is another prisoner ,
that I sav'd , As if my brother liv'd : I partly think , That should have died when
Claudio lost his head , A due sincerity govern'd his deeds , As like almost to
Claudio ...
Página 174
About the wood go swifter than the wind , worse ; And Helena of Athens look thou
find : For thou , I fear , hast given me cause to curse . All fancy - sick she is , and
pale of cheer If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep , With sighs of love , that ...
About the wood go swifter than the wind , worse ; And Helena of Athens look thou
find : For thou , I fear , hast given me cause to curse . All fancy - sick she is , and
pale of cheer If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep , With sighs of love , that ...
Página 177
Come , recreant ; come , And from each other look thou lead them thus , thou
child ; Till o'er their brows death - counterfeiting sleep I'll whip thee with a rod : He
is defil'd With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep : That draws a sword on
thee ...
Come , recreant ; come , And from each other look thou lead them thus , thou
child ; Till o'er their brows death - counterfeiting sleep I'll whip thee with a rod : He
is defil'd With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep : That draws a sword on
thee ...
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Look , here's thy love : my foot and Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ?
her face see . [ Showing his shoe . What peremptory eagle - sighted eye Biron . O
, if the streets were paved with thine Dares look upon the heaven of her brow ...
Look , here's thy love : my foot and Kisses the base ground with obedient breast ?
her face see . [ Showing his shoe . What peremptory eagle - sighted eye Biron . O
, if the streets were paved with thine Dares look upon the heaven of her brow ...
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Do I look like a cudgel , or a hovelwisely to me , -my honest friend Launcelot ,
being post , a staff , or a prop ? -Do you know me , faan honest man's son , -or
rather an honest wo- ther ? man's son ; -for , indeed , my father did some Gjob .
Do I look like a cudgel , or a hovelwisely to me , -my honest friend Launcelot ,
being post , a staff , or a prop ? -Do you know me , faan honest man's son , -or
rather an honest wo- ther ? man's son ; -for , indeed , my father did some Gjob .
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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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