The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumen10 |
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Tis well , thou art not fish ; if thou hadst , thou hadst been poor John.2 Draw thy tool ; here comes two of the house of the Montagues . ) 1 Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR . Sam . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . Gre .
Tis well , thou art not fish ; if thou hadst , thou hadst been poor John.2 Draw thy tool ; here comes two of the house of the Montagues . ) 1 Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR . Sam . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . Gre .
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Say — better ; here comes one of my master's kinsmen . Sam . Yes , better , sir . Abr . You lie . Sam . Draw , if you be men . - Gregory , remember thy swashing blow . [ They fight . Ben . Part , fools ; put up your swords ; you know ...
Say — better ; here comes one of my master's kinsmen . Sam . Yes , better , sir . Abr . You lie . Sam . Draw , if you be men . - Gregory , remember thy swashing blow . [ They fight . Ben . Part , fools ; put up your swords ; you know ...
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See , where he comes : So please you , step aside ; I'll know his grievance , or be much denied . Mon. I would , thou wert so happy by thy stay , To hear true shrift , -Come , madam , let's away . [ Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady . Ben .
See , where he comes : So please you , step aside ; I'll know his grievance , or be much denied . Mon. I would , thou wert so happy by thy stay , To hear true shrift , -Come , madam , let's away . [ Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady . Ben .
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Come , knock , and enter ; and no sooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the senseless rushes } with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase ...
Come , knock , and enter ; and no sooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the senseless rushes } with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase ...
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She is the fairies midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman , Drawn with a team of little atomies 5 Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon - spokes made of long ...
She is the fairies midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman , Drawn with a team of little atomies 5 Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon - spokes made of long ...
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Attendants bear better blood bring CAPULET Cassio comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth earth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall Farewell father fear follow fortune friar give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honest hour husband I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer Laertes leave light live look lord madam marry matter means mind Moor mother murder nature never night noble Nurse Othello play poor pray Queen Romeo SCENE seen sleep soul speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought to-night true Tybalt villain watch wife young
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Página 192 - Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as '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 192 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 183 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Página 214 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 254 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Página 215 - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
Página 25 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Página 395 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Página 186 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Página 343 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
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| Título | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumen10 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 28 Dic. 2006 |
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