The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, with copious glossarial notes and biogr. notice [by R. Inglis]. |
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... Art ignorant of what thou art , naught knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know " Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro ...
... Art ignorant of what thou art , naught knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know " Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro ...
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... Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever - angry bears . This Sycorax Could not again undo : it was mine art , When I arriv'd and heard thee that made gape ...
... Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever - angry bears . This Sycorax Could not again undo : it was mine art , When I arriv'd and heard thee that made gape ...
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... Thou poisonous slave , come forth ! Enter Caliban . Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's ... art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child ...
... Thou poisonous slave , come forth ! Enter Caliban . Cal . As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's ... art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child ...
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... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language , and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep . What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language , and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep . What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
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... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt anon , I know it by thy trembling : now Prosper works upon thee . Ste ... art very Trinculo , indeed ! How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon - calf ? Trin . I took him to be killed with ...
... Thou dost me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt anon , I know it by thy trembling : now Prosper works upon thee . Ste ... art very Trinculo , indeed ! How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon - calf ? Trin . I took him to be killed with ...
Términos y frases comunes
answer Attendants bear Beat better blood bring brother comes Count cousin daughter dead dear death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear follow fool Ford fortune gentle give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hold honour hope Host hour husband I'll John keep king lady leave Leon live look lord madam marry master mean meet mind mistress nature never night noble once peace play poor pray present prince reason Rich SCENE Servant serve sleep soul speak Speed spirit stand stay sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thought thousand tongue true truth turn wife woman young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 993 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Página 145 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 387 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Página 280 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Página 958 - 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...