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Give us the foils ; come on . ... Give them the foils , young Osrick . ... if Hamlet give
the first or second hit , Or quit in answer of the third exchange , Let all the
battlements their ordnance fire ; The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath :
And in ...
Give us the foils ; come on . ... Give them the foils , young Osrick . ... if Hamlet give
the first or second hit , Or quit in answer of the third exchange , Let all the
battlements their ordnance fire ; The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath :
And in ...
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Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet
William Shakespeare. Glo . He , that will think to live till he be old , Give me some
help ! – O cruel ! O ye gods ! Reg . One side will mock another ; the other too .
Corn .
Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet
William Shakespeare. Glo . He , that will think to live till he be old , Give me some
help ! – O cruel ! O ye gods ! Reg . One side will mock another ; the other too .
Corn .
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Great Jove ! Othello guard , And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath ,
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship , Make love's quick pants in
Desdemona's arms , Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits , And bring all
Cyprus comfort .
Great Jove ! Othello guard , And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath ,
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship , Make love's quick pants in
Desdemona's arms , Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits , And bring all
Cyprus comfort .
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O thou dull Moor ! that handkerchief thou speak'st of , I found by fortune , and did
give my husband ; For often , with a solemn earnestness , ( More than , indeed ,
belong'd to such a trifle ) He begg'd of me to steal it . Iago . Villainous whore !
O thou dull Moor ! that handkerchief thou speak'st of , I found by fortune , and did
give my husband ; For often , with a solemn earnestness , ( More than , indeed ,
belong'd to such a trifle ) He begg'd of me to steal it . Iago . Villainous whore !
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Give it nothing , I pray you , for it is not worth the feeding . Cleo . Will it eat me ?
Clown . You must not think I am so simple , but I know the devil himself will not
eat a woman : I know , that a woman is a dish for the gods , if the devil dress her
not ...
Give it nothing , I pray you , for it is not worth the feeding . Cleo . Will it eat me ?
Clown . You must not think I am so simple , but I know the devil himself will not
eat a woman : I know , that a woman is a dish for the gods , if the devil dress her
not ...
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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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