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Página 190
Osw . Ay , Madam . Reg . Himself in person there ? Osw . Madam , with much ado
: Your sister is the better soldier . Reg . Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at
home ? Osw . No , Madam . Reg . What might import my sister's letter to him ?
Osw . Ay , Madam . Reg . Himself in person there ? Osw . Madam , with much ado
: Your sister is the better soldier . Reg . Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at
home ? Osw . No , Madam . Reg . What might import my sister's letter to him ?
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Madam . Cleo . Ha , ha ! – Give me to drink mandragora . Char . Why , Madam ?
Cleo . That I might sleep out this great gap of time , My Antony is away . Char .
You think of him too much . Cleo . 0 , ' t is treason ! Char . Madam , I trust , not so .
Madam . Cleo . Ha , ha ! – Give me to drink mandragora . Char . Why , Madam ?
Cleo . That I might sleep out this great gap of time , My Antony is away . Char .
You think of him too much . Cleo . 0 , ' t is treason ! Char . Madam , I trust , not so .
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As well as I can , Madam . Cleo . And when good will is show'd , though ' t come
too short , The actor may plead pardon . I'll none now . Give me mine angle , we '
ll to the river : there , My music playing far off , I will betray Tawny - finn'd fishes ...
As well as I can , Madam . Cleo . And when good will is show'd , though ' t come
too short , The actor may plead pardon . I'll none now . Give me mine angle , we '
ll to the river : there , My music playing far off , I will betray Tawny - finn'd fishes ...
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Good Madam , hear me . Cleo . Well , go to , I will ; But there ' s no goodness in
thy face . If Antony Be free , and healthful , so tart a favour To trumpet such good
tidings ! if not well , Thou should'st come like a fury crown'd with snakes , Not like
a ...
Good Madam , hear me . Cleo . Well , go to , I will ; But there ' s no goodness in
thy face . If Antony Be free , and healthful , so tart a favour To trumpet such good
tidings ! if not well , Thou should'st come like a fury crown'd with snakes , Not like
a ...
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Good Madam , patience . Cleo . What say you ? Hence , [ Strikes him again .
Horrible villain ! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me : I'll unhair thy head . [
She hales him up and down . Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire , and stew'd in
brine ...
Good Madam , patience . Cleo . What say you ? Hence , [ Strikes him again .
Horrible villain ! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me : I'll unhair thy head . [
She hales him up and down . Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire , and stew'd in
brine ...
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Página 54 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise ; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod : pray you avoid it.
Página 54 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Página 55 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 11 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Página 501 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 161 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Página 100 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Página 346 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 129 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters , the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
Página 54 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
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| Título | The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volumen6 Volúmenes40-46 de Collection of British and American authors The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Tauchnitz, 1844 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 27 Dic. 2006 |
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