The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volumen8F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... tear her limb- meal ! I will go there , and do't ; i'the court ; before Her father : -I'll do something- Phi . Exit . Quite besides The government of patience ! -You have won : Let's follow him , and pervert the present wrath ? He hath ...
... tear her limb- meal ! I will go there , and do't ; i'the court ; before Her father : -I'll do something- Phi . Exit . Quite besides The government of patience ! -You have won : Let's follow him , and pervert the present wrath ? He hath ...
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... tear ; took pity From most true wretchedness : So , thou , Posthúmus , Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men ; ' Goodly , and gallant , shall be false , and perjur'd , From thy great fail . - Come , fellow , be thou honest : Do thou thy ...
... tear ; took pity From most true wretchedness : So , thou , Posthúmus , Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men ; ' Goodly , and gallant , shall be false , and perjur'd , From thy great fail . - Come , fellow , be thou honest : Do thou thy ...
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... tears , that fall , Prove holy water on thee ! Imogen , Thy mother's dead . Imo . I am sorry for't , my lord . Cym . O , she was naught ; and ' long of her it was , That we meet here so strangely : But her son Is gone , we know not how ...
... tears , that fall , Prove holy water on thee ! Imogen , Thy mother's dead . Imo . I am sorry for't , my lord . Cym . O , she was naught ; and ' long of her it was , That we meet here so strangely : But her son Is gone , we know not how ...
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... tears give testimony to the sincerity of thy relation ; and I have the less reason to be incredu- lous , because the actions which you have done within my know- ledge are more incredible than the story which you relate . " The King ...
... tears give testimony to the sincerity of thy relation ; and I have the less reason to be incredu- lous , because the actions which you have done within my know- ledge are more incredible than the story which you relate . " The King ...
Página 138
... on thee shall dwell . Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed : Belov'd , till life could charm no more ; And mourn'd till pity's self be dead . Act II . TITUS ANDRONICUS . ScIV Fuseli , del 138 CYMBELINE .
... on thee shall dwell . Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed : Belov'd , till life could charm no more ; And mourn'd till pity's self be dead . Act II . TITUS ANDRONICUS . ScIV Fuseli , del 138 CYMBELINE .
Términos y frases comunes
Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd BELARIUS better blood Boult brother call'd CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word
Pasajes populares
Página 408 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 451 - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Página 457 - We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll...
Página 65 - tis slander ; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Página 355 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
Página 451 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man, Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For as I am a man I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Página 470 - 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 137 - To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
Página 438 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Página 356 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...