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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... never invent , are , alone , a sufficient inducement to believe that he was no way indebted to it . But a further and more convincing proof is , that he has not a name , line , or word , from the old play , nor any one incident but what ...
... never invent , are , alone , a sufficient inducement to believe that he was no way indebted to it . But a further and more convincing proof is , that he has not a name , line , or word , from the old play , nor any one incident but what ...
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... never printed , and may be thought to have been put into his hands by the manager , for the purpose of alteration and improvement , which we find to have been an ordinary practice of the theatre in his time . We are therefore no longer ...
... never printed , and may be thought to have been put into his hands by the manager , for the purpose of alteration and improvement , which we find to have been an ordinary practice of the theatre in his time . We are therefore no longer ...
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... never fret : A man is master of his liberty : Time is their master ; and , when they see time , They'll go , or come : if so , be patient , sister . Adr . Why should their liberty than ours be more ? Luc . Because their business still ...
... never fret : A man is master of his liberty : Time is their master ; and , when they see time , They'll go , or come : if so , be patient , sister . Adr . Why should their liberty than ours be more ? Luc . Because their business still ...
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... never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I spake , look'd , touch'd † , or carv'd , to thee . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how ...
... never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I spake , look'd , touch'd † , or carv'd , to thee . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how ...
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... never saw her till this time . Ant . S. Villain , thou liest ; for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart . Dro . S. I never spake with her in all my life . Ant . S. How can she thus then call us by our names , Unless ...
... never saw her till this time . Ant . S. Villain , thou liest ; for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart . Dro . S. I never spake with her in all my life . Ant . S. How can she thus then call us by our names , Unless ...
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?