The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes, by A. Chalmers, Volumen4 |
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... murder me ? thou gaoler , thou , I am thy prisoner : wilt thou suffer them To make a rescue ! Off Masters , let him go : He is my prisoner , and you shall not have him . Pinch . Go , bind this man , for he is frantick too . Adr . What ...
... murder me ? thou gaoler , thou , I am thy prisoner : wilt thou suffer them To make a rescue ! Off Masters , let him go : He is my prisoner , and you shall not have him . Pinch . Go , bind this man , for he is frantick too . Adr . What ...
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... murder yet is but fantastical , Shakes so my single state of man 3 , that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is , But what is not . 4 9 Two truths are told , & c . ] How the former of these truths has been fulfilled , we are ...
... murder yet is but fantastical , Shakes so my single state of man 3 , that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is , But what is not . 4 9 Two truths are told , & c . ] How the former of these truths has been fulfilled , we are ...
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... murder could terminate in itself , and restrain the regular course of consequences , if its success would secure its surcease , if , being once done successfully , without detec- tion , it could fix a period to all vengeance and enquiry ...
... murder could terminate in itself , and restrain the regular course of consequences , if its success would secure its surcease , if , being once done successfully , without detec- tion , it could fix a period to all vengeance and enquiry ...
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... murder , afford a proof of Shakspeare's knowledge of human nature . She urges the excellence and dignity of courage , a glittering idea which has dazzled mankind from age to age , and animated sometimes the housebreaker , and sometimes ...
... murder , afford a proof of Shakspeare's knowledge of human nature . She urges the excellence and dignity of courage , a glittering idea which has dazzled mankind from age to age , and animated sometimes the housebreaker , and sometimes ...
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... the guilt Of our great quell ? ] Quell is murder , manquellers being , in the old language , the term for which murderers is now used . Macb . Bring forth men - children only ! For H 3 SCENE VII . 101 MACBETH . Macb. ...
... the guilt Of our great quell ? ] Quell is murder , manquellers being , in the old language , the term for which murderers is now used . Macb . Bring forth men - children only ! For H 3 SCENE VII . 101 MACBETH . Macb. ...
Términos y frases comunes
Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bishop of CARLISLE blood Boling Bolingbroke breath castle cousin crown death devil doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour horse Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John king Richard Lady land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty MALONE means murder never night noble Northumberland peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shame sleep soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle villain wife Witch word York
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Página 232 - Grief fills the room up of .my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 87 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Página 92 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withaL Enter an Attendant.
Página 483 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Página 105 - 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 40 As this which now I draw.
Página 329 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : — For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning...
Página 132 - 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 93 - Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; > That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief...
Página 472 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 329 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so,—for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?