The Plays of Shakespeare, Volumen2G. Routledge & Company, 1860 - 815 páginas |
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... eye is sick on ' t ; I observe her now . HEL . What is your pleasure , madam ? COUNT . I am a mother to you . You know ... eyes See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours , That in their kind they speak it : only sin And hellish obstinacy ...
... eye is sick on ' t ; I observe her now . HEL . What is your pleasure , madam ? COUNT . I am a mother to you . You know ... eyes See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours , That in their kind they speak it : only sin And hellish obstinacy ...
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... eyes , HEL . The honour , sir , that flames in your fair Before I speak , too threat'ningly replies : Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes , and her humble love ! 2 LORD . No better , if you please . HEL My wish ...
... eyes , HEL . The honour , sir , that flames in your fair Before I speak , too threat'ningly replies : Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes , and her humble love ! 2 LORD . No better , if you please . HEL My wish ...
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... eye infixing , Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me , Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd ... eyes myself , could win me to believe , More than to see this ring . - Take him away.- My fore - past proofs , howe ...
... eye infixing , Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me , Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd ... eyes myself , could win me to believe , More than to see this ring . - Take him away.- My fore - past proofs , howe ...
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... eyes ? Is't real , that I see ? HEL . No , my good lord ; ' Tis but the shadow of a wife you see , The name and not the thing . BER . Both , both ; O , pardon ! HEL . O , my good lord , when I was like this I found maid , you wondrous ...
... eyes ? Is't real , that I see ? HEL . No , my good lord ; ' Tis but the shadow of a wife you see , The name and not the thing . BER . Both , both ; O , pardon ! HEL . O , my good lord , when I was like this I found maid , you wondrous ...
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... eyes of France , Yea , strike the Dauphin blind to look on us . And tell the pleasant prince , -this mock of his Hath turn'd his balls to gun - stones ; ( 5 ) and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance That shall ...
... eyes of France , Yea , strike the Dauphin blind to look on us . And tell the pleasant prince , -this mock of his Hath turn'd his balls to gun - stones ; ( 5 ) and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance That shall ...
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Alcibiades APEM Apemantus bear blood brother BUCK Buckingham CADE cardinal Clarence Collier's annotator crown Cymbeline daughter dead death dost doth duke duke of York Edward ELIZ Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool fortune France French friends GENT gentle gentleman give Gloster grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of Lancaster ISAB Jack Cade KING HENRY lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain LUCIO madam majesty Malvolio marry master means mistress ne'er never night noble NORF old copies Old text peace Pericles Pompey poor pray prince quartos queen RICH Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE soldiers Somerset soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thank thee there's thine thou art thou hast Timon unto Warwick word York
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Página 679 - His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Página 680 - Love thyself last. Cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 679 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 769 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. 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.
Página 145 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well...
Página 69 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Página 63 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Página 494 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Página 749 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 82 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...