The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Macbeth. King John. King Richard the secondH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... north . K. Phi . Our thunder , from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bas . O prudent discipline ! From north to south ! Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : I'll stir them to it : -Come , away ...
... north . K. Phi . Our thunder , from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bas . O prudent discipline ! From north to south ! Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : I'll stir them to it : -Come , away ...
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... north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold . I do not ask you much ; I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait , 1 And so ingrateful , you deny me that . P. Hen . O , that there were some virtue in my ...
... north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold . I do not ask you much ; I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait , 1 And so ingrateful , you deny me that . P. Hen . O , that there were some virtue in my ...
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... north - east wind , Which then blew bitterly against our faces , Awaked the sleeping rheum ; and so , by chance , Did grace our hollow parting with a tear . K. Ri . What said our cousin , when you parted with him ? tu . Farewell : And ...
... north - east wind , Which then blew bitterly against our faces , Awaked the sleeping rheum ; and so , by chance , Did grace our hollow parting with a tear . K. Ri . What said our cousin , when you parted with him ? tu . Farewell : And ...
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... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Ri . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said : His tongue is now a stringless instrument ; Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be York the ...
... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Ri . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said : His tongue is now a stringless instrument ; Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be York the ...
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... North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Ross . And living too ; for now his son is duke . Wil . Barely in title , not in revenue . North . Richly in both , if justice had her right . Ross . My heart is great ; but it must ...
... North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Ross . And living too ; for now his son is duke . Wil . Barely in title , not in revenue . North . Richly in both , if justice had her right . Ross . My heart is great ; but it must ...
Términos y frases comunes
Angiers arms Arthur Attendants Aumerle Bagot banish'd Banquo BASTARD BISHOP OF CARLISLE Blanch blood Bolingbroke bosom breath Bushy castle cousin crown Dauphin dead death deed doth Duch duke duke of Hereford duke of Norfolk earth England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father Faulconbridge fear Fleance Florish France friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hereford hither honor Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN KING RICHARD LADY MACBETH land liege live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Madam majesty murder night noble Norfolk Northumberland PANDULPH pardon peace prince Queen Rosse royal Salisbury SCENE SHAK shame sleep Soldiers sorrow soul speak stand sweet sword tears thane thane of Cawdor thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue traitor uncle Witch words York
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Página 228 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 17 - This supernatural soliciting 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 27 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Página 66 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Página 14 - If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Página 184 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief...
Página 100 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 33 - 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?
Página 298 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Página 28 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i