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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... Scaring the ladies like a crow - keeper ; 8 Nor no without - book prologue , faintly spoke After the prompter , for our entrance : But , let them measure us by what they will , We'll measure them a measure , 9 and be gone . Rom .
... Scaring the ladies like a crow - keeper ; 8 Nor no without - book prologue , faintly spoke After the prompter , for our entrance : But , let them measure us by what they will , We'll measure them a measure , 9 and be gone . Rom .
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I have seen the day , That I have worn a visor ; and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear , Such as would please ; - ' tis gone , ' tis gone , ' tis gone : You are welcome , gentlemen ! -Come , musicians , play .
I have seen the day , That I have worn a visor ; and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear , Such as would please ; - ' tis gone , ' tis gone , ' tis gone : You are welcome , gentlemen ! -Come , musicians , play .
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Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.Is it e'en so ? Why , then I thank you all ; I thank you , honest gentlemen ; good night :More torches here ? Come on , then let's to bed .
Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.Is it e'en so ? Why , then I thank you all ; I thank you , honest gentlemen ; good night :More torches here ? Come on , then let's to bed .
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Anon , anon : Come , lets away ; the strangers all are gone . [ Exeunt . Enter CHORUS . Now old desire doth in his death - bed lie , And young affection gapes to be his heir ; That fair , which love groan'd for , and would die ...
Anon , anon : Come , lets away ; the strangers all are gone . [ Exeunt . Enter CHORUS . Now old desire doth in his death - bed lie , And young affection gapes to be his heir ; That fair , which love groan'd for , and would die ...
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Tis almost morning , I would have thee gone : And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; Who lets it hop a little from her hand , Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves , And with a silk thread plucks it back again , So loving ...
Tis almost morning , I would have thee gone : And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; Who lets it hop a little from her hand , Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves , And with a silk thread plucks it back again , So loving ...
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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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