The plays of william shakespeare. |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 65
Página 10
... light steals home my heavy fon , And private in his chamber pens himself , Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night . Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good counsel may ...
... light steals home my heavy fon , And private in his chamber pens himself , Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night . Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good counsel may ...
Página 15
... light . ** first edition . She is the hopeful lady of my earth ; ] This line not in the POPE . The lady of his earth is an ex- preffion not very intelligible , un- lefs he means that fhe is heir to bis eftate , and I fuppofe no man Such ...
... light . ** first edition . She is the hopeful lady of my earth ; ] This line not in the POPE . The lady of his earth is an ex- preffion not very intelligible , un- lefs he means that fhe is heir to bis eftate , and I fuppofe no man Such ...
Página 16
... light . i . e . When the evening is dark and without ftars , these earthly ftars fupply their place , and light it up . So again in this play , Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , ear . Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's WARBURTON ...
... light . i . e . When the evening is dark and without ftars , these earthly ftars fupply their place , and light it up . So again in this play , Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , ear . Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's WARBURTON ...
Página 24
... Light . Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not 1 , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ftakes me to the ground , I cannot move . 6 Mer . You are a Lover ; borrow ...
... Light . Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not 1 , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ftakes me to the ground , I cannot move . 6 Mer . You are a Lover ; borrow ...
Página 25
... light of heart , Tickle the fenfelefs rufhes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a granfire - phrase ; I'll be a candle - holder , and look on . The game was ne'er fo fair , and I am done . Mer . 7 Tut ! dun's the mouse , the ...
... light of heart , Tickle the fenfelefs rufhes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a granfire - phrase ; I'll be a candle - holder , and look on . The game was ne'er fo fair , and I am done . Mer . 7 Tut ! dun's the mouse , the ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
againſt anfwer becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio Capulet caufe Clown Cyprus death Desdemona doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame father fatire feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies firft flain fleep folio fome foul fpeak fpeech Friar Lawrence ftand fuch fuppofe fure fweet fword give Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft huſband Iago itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes laft lago Lord Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe obferve old quarto Ophelia Othello paffage paffion play Polonius POPE prefent purpoſe quarto Queen racter reafon Romeo SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD There's theſe thing thofe thou art tion Tybalt uſed villain WARB WARBURTON whofe wife William Shakespeare word yourſelf
Pasajes populares
Página 202 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit/ and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Página 240 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
Página 255 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 27 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 230 - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 165 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Página 29 - I fear, too early : for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels...
Página 344 - My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
Página 41 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 469 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...