Cassell's illustrated Shakespeare. The plays of Shakespeare, ed. and annotated by C. and M.C. Clarke, illustr. by H.C. Selous, Parte178,Volumen1 |
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... Exit . Enter Mariners . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ! cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ! yare , yare ! Take in the top - sail . Tend to the master's whistle . — Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! ' Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN ...
... Exit . Enter Mariners . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ! cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ! yare , yare ! Take in the top - sail . Tend to the master's whistle . — Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! ' Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN ...
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... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , anything . The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . - The Island ...
... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , anything . The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . - The Island ...
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... Exit with the others . Ari . Prospero , my lord , shall know what I have done : So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Exit . SCENE II . - Another part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood . A noise of thunder beard ...
... Exit with the others . Ari . Prospero , my lord , shall know what I have done : So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Exit . SCENE II . - Another part of the Island . Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood . A noise of thunder beard ...
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... Exit above . Gon . I ' the name of something holy , sir , why stand you In this strange stare ? Alon . Oh , it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke , and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder ...
... Exit above . Gon . I ' the name of something holy , sir , why stand you In this strange stare ? Alon . Oh , it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke , and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder ...
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... Exit . Pros . Look , thou be true . Do not give dal- liance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire ' the blood . Be more abstemious , actual piece of the fabric of his own existence - was what the poet here ...
... Exit . Pros . Look , thou be true . Do not give dal- liance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire ' the blood . Be more abstemious , actual piece of the fabric of his own existence - was what the poet here ...
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Términos y frases comunes
allusion Angelo Antonio bear better Biron Boyet brother Claud Claudio Comedy of Errors daughter dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit expression eyes fair father Folio fool Ford gentle Gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona give grace hath hear heart Heaven hither honour husband Isab Kath King knave lady Launce Leon Leonato look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor means Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Merry Wives Midsummer Night's Dream misprinted mistress never night Note passage Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pray Proteus Re-enter Rosalind SCENE sense Shakespeare Shylock Signior speak speech swear sweet tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast tongue true Twelfth Night Venice wife woman word
Pasajes populares
Página 334 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 392 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Página 234 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Página 320 - A merry note, 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-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 443 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide . For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página 148 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder. — Merciful Heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle...
Página 334 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Página 44 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell ; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands : Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; • And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....