The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... thought of it , I would take desire pri- soner , and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy . I think scorn to sigh ; methinks , I should out - swear Cupid . Comfort me , boy : What great men have been in love ...
... thought of it , I would take desire pri- soner , and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devised courtesy . I think scorn to sigh ; methinks , I should out - swear Cupid . Comfort me , boy : What great men have been in love ...
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... , in my gates ; But here without you shall be so received , As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart , Though so denied fair harbour in my house . . Part . Your own good thoughts excuse me , and farewell : 18 Act II . LOVE'S.
... , in my gates ; But here without you shall be so received , As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart , Though so denied fair harbour in my house . . Part . Your own good thoughts excuse me , and farewell : 18 Act II . LOVE'S.
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... thoughts excuse me , and farewell : To - morrow shall we visit you again . Prin . Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace ! King . Thy own wish wish I thee in every place ! [ Exeunt King and his Train . Biron . Lady , I will ...
... thoughts excuse me , and farewell : To - morrow shall we visit you again . Prin . Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace ! King . Thy own wish wish I thee in every place ! [ Exeunt King and his Train . Biron . Lady , I will ...
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... thought , my spleen ; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling : Ö , pardon me , my stars ! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for P'envoy , and the word , l'envoy , for a salve ? Moth . Do the wise think them other ? Is ...
... thought , my spleen ; the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling : Ö , pardon me , my stars ! Doth the inconsiderate take salve for P'envoy , and the word , l'envoy , for a salve ? Moth . Do the wise think them other ? Is ...
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... thoughts to me were oaks , to thee like osiers bowed . Study his bias leaves , and makes his book thin eyes ; Where all those pleasures live , that art would comprehend : commend : If knowledge be the mark to know thee shall suffice ...
... thoughts to me were oaks , to thee like osiers bowed . Study his bias leaves , and makes his book thin eyes ; Where all those pleasures live , that art would comprehend : commend : If knowledge be the mark to know thee shall suffice ...
Términos y frases comunes
Antigonus Antonio Art thou AUTOLYCUS Banquo Baptista Bass Bassanio better Bianca Bion Biondello Biron blood Bohemia Boyet Camillo CLEOMENES Clown Costard Count daughter dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Fleance fool gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Kate Kath Katharine King lady Laun Leon live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Moth Nerissa never oath Orlando Padua Petruchio Pompey pr'ythee pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant shalt Shep shew Shylock signior speak swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto wife Witch word young
Pasajes populares
Página 106 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Página 134 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Página 478 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 74 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 186 - twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 125 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Página 189 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Página 189 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Página 74 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 481 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.