The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cæser. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... mistress . Sooth . You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my ...
... mistress . Sooth . You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my ...
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... mistress . So he nodded , And soberly did mount an arrogant steed , Who neighed so high , that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb3 by him . Cleo . What , was he sad , or merry ? Alex . Like to the time o ' the year , between the ...
... mistress . So he nodded , And soberly did mount an arrogant steed , Who neighed so high , that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb3 by him . Cleo . What , was he sad , or merry ? Alex . Like to the time o ' the year , between the ...
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... mistress ; But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand that kings Have lipped , and trembled kissing . Mess . First , madam , he's well . Cleo . Why , there's more gold . But ...
... mistress ; But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand that kings Have lipped , and trembled kissing . Mess . First , madam , he's well . Cleo . Why , there's more gold . But ...
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... mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night disponge 3 upon me ; That life , a very rebel to my will , May hang no longer on me . Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault ; Which being dried with grief ...
... mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night disponge 3 upon me ; That life , a very rebel to my will , May hang no longer on me . Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault ; Which being dried with grief ...
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... mistress loved thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . Ant . Hence , saucy eunuch ; peace ; She hath betrayed me , and shall die the death . Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once ; And that she has discharged ...
... mistress loved thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . Ant . Hence , saucy eunuch ; peace ; She hath betrayed me , and shall die the death . Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once ; And that she has discharged ...
Términos y frases comunes
Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue unto villain weep word
Pasajes populares
Página 74 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Página 90 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them.
Página 69 - For certain sums of gold, which you denied me : For I can raise no money by vile means : By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection : I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius...
Página 56 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Página 296 - 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 58 - Caesar loved him. This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Página 70 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Página 8 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climbed up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Página 57 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 122 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings : at the helm A seeming mermaid steers : the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air ; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.