The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour O , that a mighty man , of such descent , Of such possessions , and so high esteem , Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! Sly . What , would you make me mad ? Am not Christopher Sly ...
... Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour O , that a mighty man , of such descent , Of such possessions , and so high esteem , Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! Sly . What , would you make me mad ? Am not Christopher Sly ...
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... heavens ! - Spake you not these words plain , - Sirrak , knock me here , Rap me here , knock me well , and knock me soundly ? And come you now with - knocking at the gate ? Pet . Sirrah , be gone , or talk not , I advise you . Hor ...
... heavens ! - Spake you not these words plain , - Sirrak , knock me here , Rap me here , knock me well , and knock me soundly ? And come you now with - knocking at the gate ? Pet . Sirrah , be gone , or talk not , I advise you . Hor ...
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... heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud ' larums , neighing steeds , and trumpets ' clang ? 3 And do you tell me of a woman's tongue ; That gives not half so great a blow to the ear , As will ...
... heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud ' larums , neighing steeds , and trumpets ' clang ? 3 And do you tell me of a woman's tongue ; That gives not half so great a blow to the ear , As will ...
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... heaven with such beauty , As those two eyes become that heavenly face ? -Fair lovely maid , once more good day to thee : -Sweet Kate , embrace her for her beauty's sake . Hor . ' A will make the man mad , to make a woman of him . Kath ...
... heaven with such beauty , As those two eyes become that heavenly face ? -Fair lovely maid , once more good day to thee : -Sweet Kate , embrace her for her beauty's sake . Hor . ' A will make the man mad , to make a woman of him . Kath ...
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... heaven more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewell . - My lord , ' Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best That shall attend his love . Count ...
... heaven more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! Farewell . - My lord , ' Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best That shall attend his love . Count ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Antigonus Autolycus Banquo Baptista better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Clown Count daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria is't JOHNS JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid Malvolio marry master mean mistress never noble Padua Petruchio pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspeare Shep signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Sirrah speak STEEV swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Tranio WARB weird sisters What's wife WINTER'S TALE Witch woman word
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Página 39 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Página 56 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack.
Página 21 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 24 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 27 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
Página 20 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Página 19 - To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Página 44 - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 23 - Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Página 55 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.