The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, Parte170,Volumen3 |
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... Fall to ' t yarely , or we run ourselves aground . 2d Position . Yare , yare ! Take in the top- sail ! Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! 1st Position . Land discovered under the lee ; the wind blowing too fresh to hawl ...
... Fall to ' t yarely , or we run ourselves aground . 2d Position . Yare , yare ! Take in the top- sail ! Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! 1st Position . Land discovered under the lee ; the wind blowing too fresh to hawl ...
Página 60
... fall rather , though the fork invade The region of my heart : be Kent unmannerly , When Lear is mad . What wouldst ... falls . ( 1 ) First folio , sounds Reverbe . ( ) First folio omits , the . ( ** ) First folio , That . [ TO CORDELIA ...
... fall rather , though the fork invade The region of my heart : be Kent unmannerly , When Lear is mad . What wouldst ... falls . ( 1 ) First folio , sounds Reverbe . ( ) First folio omits , the . ( ** ) First folio , That . [ TO CORDELIA ...
Página 61
... fall'n . Sir , there she stands ; If aught within that little seeming substance , Or all of it , with our displeasure piec'd , And nothing more , may fitly like your grace , She's there , and she is yours . BUR . I know no answer . LEAR ...
... fall'n . Sir , there she stands ; If aught within that little seeming substance , Or all of it , with our displeasure piec'd , And nothing more , may fitly like your grace , She's there , and she is yours . BUR . I know no answer . LEAR ...
Página 80
... fall and blast her pride ! ] The folio tamely reads , - " To fall and blister . " Most serpent - like , upon the heart : - very All the stor❜d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top ! Strike her young bones , You taking airs ...
... fall and blast her pride ! ] The folio tamely reads , - " To fall and blister . " Most serpent - like , upon the heart : - very All the stor❜d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top ! Strike her young bones , You taking airs ...
Página 84
... fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand , your slave , A poor , infirm , weak , and despis'd old man : - But yet I call you servile ministers , That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high - engender'd battles ' gainst a ...
... fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand , your slave , A poor , infirm , weak , and despis'd old man : - But yet I call you servile ministers , That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high - engender'd battles ' gainst a ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
Pasajes populares
Página 438 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 362 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 344 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Página 707 - 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...
Página 361 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 116 - The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel , not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much , nor live so long.
Página 294 - A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path...
Página 367 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my 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 496 - 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 765 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from...