The Complete Dramatic and Poetical Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen2Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger, 1879 - 896 páginas |
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... fight for France . Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries . Enter to them another Messenger . Mess . Lords , view these letters full of bad mis ...
... fight for France . Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries . Enter to them another Messenger . Mess . Lords , view these letters full of bad mis ...
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... Fight till the last gasp ; I will be your guard . [ out . Char . What she says I'll confirm : we'll fight it Puc . Assign'd am I to be the English scourge . Expect Saint Martin's summer , halcyon days , This night the siege assuredly I ...
... Fight till the last gasp ; I will be your guard . [ out . Char . What she says I'll confirm : we'll fight it Puc . Assign'd am I to be the English scourge . Expect Saint Martin's summer , halcyon days , This night the siege assuredly I ...
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... fight not once in forty year . Good God , these nobles should such stomachs bear ! [ Exeunt . SCENE IV.- Orleans . Enter , on the walls , a Master - Gunner and his Boy . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is be- sieged , And how ...
... fight not once in forty year . Good God , these nobles should such stomachs bear ! [ Exeunt . SCENE IV.- Orleans . Enter , on the walls , a Master - Gunner and his Boy . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is be- sieged , And how ...
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... fight .. Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder , But I will chastise this high - minded strumpet . [ They fight again .. Puc ...
... fight .. Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder , But I will chastise this high - minded strumpet . [ They fight again .. Puc ...
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... fight Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds , They did amongst the troops of armed men Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field . Bur . Myself , as far as I could well discern For smoke and dusty vapours of the night , Am sure ...
... fight Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds , They did amongst the troops of armed men Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field . Bur . Myself , as far as I could well discern For smoke and dusty vapours of the night , Am sure ...
Términos y frases comunes
Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death deed dost doth Duke Duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle gentleman give Glou Gloucester gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iago Kent king lady Lear live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pray prince prithee queen Re-enter revenge Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep wife wilt words York
Pasajes populares
Página 638 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Página 678 - s the respect That makes calamity of so long life ; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels ' bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after...
Página 850 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the...
Página 725 - For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience...
Página 639 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
Página 497 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Página 650 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Página 514 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...
Página 663 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 637 - All pity choked with custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry