The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volumen6 |
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T is hot , it smokes ; It came even from the heart of 0 ! she's dead : Alb . Who dead
? speak , man . Gent . Your lady , Sir , your lady : and her sister By her is poison'd
; she hath confess'd it . Edm . I was contracted to them both : all three Now ...
T is hot , it smokes ; It came even from the heart of 0 ! she's dead : Alb . Who dead
? speak , man . Gent . Your lady , Sir , your lady : and her sister By her is poison'd
; she hath confess'd it . Edm . I was contracted to them both : all three Now ...
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Enter LBAR , with CORDELIA dead in his Arms ; EDGAR , Officer , and Others ,
Lear . Howl , howl , howl , howl ! - 0 ! you are men of stones ; Had I your tongues
and eyes , I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack . — She's gone for ...
Enter LBAR , with CORDELIA dead in his Arms ; EDGAR , Officer , and Others ,
Lear . Howl , howl , howl , howl ! - 0 ! you are men of stones ; Had I your tongues
and eyes , I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack . — She's gone for ...
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What ! is he dead ? Oth . Had all his hairs been lives , my great revenge Had
stomach for them all . Des . Alas ! he is betray'd , and I undone . Oth . Out ,
strumpet ! Weep'st thou for him to my face ? Des . O ! banish me , my lord , but kill
me not .
What ! is he dead ? Oth . Had all his hairs been lives , my great revenge Had
stomach for them all . Des . Alas ! he is betray'd , and I undone . Oth . Out ,
strumpet ! Weep'st thou for him to my face ? Des . O ! banish me , my lord , but kill
me not .
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How ! not dead ? not dead ? The guard ! – bow ? – 0 , despatch me ! Enter
DERCETAS and Guard . 1 Guard . What's the noise ? Ant . I have done my work
ill , friends : 0 ! make an end Of what I have begun . 2 Guard . The star is fallen .
How ! not dead ? not dead ? The guard ! – bow ? – 0 , despatch me ! Enter
DERCETAS and Guard . 1 Guard . What's the noise ? Ant . I have done my work
ill , friends : 0 ! make an end Of what I have begun . 2 Guard . The star is fallen .
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The ruin speaks , that sometime It was a worthy building . — How ! a page ! Or
dead , or sleeping on him ? But dead rather ; For nature doth abhor to make his
bed With the defunct , or sleep upon the dead . Let's see the boy's face . Cap .
The ruin speaks , that sometime It was a worthy building . — How ! a page ! Or
dead , or sleeping on him ? But dead rather ; For nature doth abhor to make his
bed With the defunct , or sleep upon the dead . Let's see the boy's face . Cap .
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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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