The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volumen4 |
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Página 45
Say , that she rail ; Why , then I ' ll tell her plain , She sings as sweetly as a
nightingale : Say , that she frown ; I ' ll say , she looks as clear As morning roses
newly wash ' d with dew : Say , she be mute , and will not speak a word ; Then I ' ll
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Say , that she rail ; Why , then I ' ll tell her plain , She sings as sweetly as a
nightingale : Say , that she frown ; I ' ll say , she looks as clear As morning roses
newly wash ' d with dew : Say , she be mute , and will not speak a word ; Then I ' ll
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Página 139
Ant . If it prove She ' s otherwise , I ' ll keep my stables where Nodge my wife ; I ' ll
go in couples with her ; Than when I feel , and see her , no further trust her ; For
every inch of woman in the world , Ay , every dram of woman ' s flesh , is false , If
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Ant . If it prove She ' s otherwise , I ' ll keep my stables where Nodge my wife ; I ' ll
go in couples with her ; Than when I feel , and see her , no further trust her ; For
every inch of woman in the world , Ay , every dram of woman ' s flesh , is false , If
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Página 144
He must be told on ' t , and he shall : the office Becomes a woman best ; I ' ll take '
t upon me : If I prove honey - mouth ' d , let my tongue blister ; And never to my
red - look ' d anger be The trumpet any more : - Pray you , Emilia , Commend my
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He must be told on ' t , and he shall : the office Becomes a woman best ; I ' ll take '
t upon me : If I prove honey - mouth ' d , let my tongue blister ; And never to my
red - look ' d anger be The trumpet any more : - Pray you , Emilia , Commend my
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Página 163
... royal sir , forgive a foolish woman : The love I bore your queen , - lo , fool again
!I ' ll speak of her no more , nor of your children ; I ' ll not remember you of my own
lord , Who is lost too : Take your patience to you , And I ' ll say nothing . Leon .
... royal sir , forgive a foolish woman : The love I bore your queen , - lo , fool again
!I ' ll speak of her no more , nor of your children ; I ' ll not remember you of my own
lord , Who is lost too : Take your patience to you , And I ' ll say nothing . Leon .
Página 318
Her husband ' s to Aleppo gone , master o ' the Tiger : But in a sieve I ' ll thither
sail , And , like a rat without a tail , I ' ll do , I ' ll do , and I ' ll do . 2 Witch . I ' ll give
thee a wind . i Hitch . Thou art kind . 3 Witch . And I another . i Witch . I myself
have ...
Her husband ' s to Aleppo gone , master o ' the Tiger : But in a sieve I ' ll thither
sail , And , like a rat without a tail , I ' ll do , I ' ll do , and I ' ll do . 2 Witch . I ' ll give
thee a wind . i Hitch . Thou art kind . 3 Witch . And I another . i Witch . I myself
have ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Attendants Banquo bear better Bianca blood bring Camillo comes daughter death doth Dromio Enter Exeunt Exit face fair father fear fellow give gone Gremio hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence hold honour husband I'll Johnson Kath keep king knock Lady leave Leon live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd marry master means mind mistress murder nature never night once Paul Petruchio play poor pray present queen rest Rosse SCENE seems sense Serv Servant Shakspeare signior sister sleep speak stand stay STEEVENS sweet tell thank thee There's thing thou thou art thought Tranio true unto wife Witch
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Página 365 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Página 369 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Página 377 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Página 343 - Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 181 - 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 323 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Página 370 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Página 329 - And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Página 166 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página 342 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
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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: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a ..., Volumen4 The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Ilustrado por | Henry Fuseli |
| Editor | F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 30 Dic. 2006 |
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