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Página 27
Sir , pardon ; ' tis for Agamemnon's ears . Aga . He hears nought privately that
comes from Troy , Æne . Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him ; I bring a
trumpet to awake his Ear , To let his sense on the attentive bent , And then to
speak .
Sir , pardon ; ' tis for Agamemnon's ears . Aga . He hears nought privately that
comes from Troy , Æne . Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him ; I bring a
trumpet to awake his Ear , To let his sense on the attentive bent , And then to
speak .
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Good King of cats , nothing but one of your nine lives , that I mean to make bold
withal ; and as you shall use me hereafter , dry - beat the rest of the eight , * Will
you pluck your sword out of his pilche by the ears ? Make hatte , left mine ...
Good King of cats , nothing but one of your nine lives , that I mean to make bold
withal ; and as you shall use me hereafter , dry - beat the rest of the eight , * Will
you pluck your sword out of his pilche by the ears ? Make hatte , left mine ...
Página 266
... drown the stage with tears , And cleave the gen'ral ear with horrid speech ; --
Make mad the guilty , and appall the free ... eyes and ears .-- Yet I , A. dull and
muddy - mettled rascal , peak , Like John - a - dreams , unpregnant of my cause ...
... drown the stage with tears , And cleave the gen'ral ear with horrid speech ; --
Make mad the guilty , and appall the free ... eyes and ears .-- Yet I , A. dull and
muddy - mettled rascal , peak , Like John - a - dreams , unpregnant of my cause ...
Página 293
Eyes without feeling , feeling without fight , Ears without hands or eyes , smelling
fans all , Or but a fickly part of one true sense Could not so mope.O shame !
where is thy blush ? rebellious hell , If thou canst mutiny in a matron's bones ; To
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Eyes without feeling , feeling without fight , Ears without hands or eyes , smelling
fans all , Or but a fickly part of one true sense Could not so mope.O shame !
where is thy blush ? rebellious hell , If thou canst mutiny in a matron's bones ; To
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Página 357
And ' till she come , as truly as to heav'n I do confess the vices of my blood , So
justly to your grave ears . I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And
she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father lov'd me , oft invited me ; Still
...
And ' till she come , as truly as to heav'n I do confess the vices of my blood , So
justly to your grave ears . I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And
she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father lov'd me , oft invited me ; Still
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Términos y frases comunes
Achilles Æmil Ajax bear better blood bring Caffio Changes Clown comes dead dear death Deſdemona doth ears earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall Farewel father fear fight follow fool give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heav'n Hector himſelf hold honour I'll Iago itſelf Juliet keep King lady Laer lago leave light live look lord marry matter means Moor moſt mother muſt nature never night noble Nurſe Paris play poor pray Prince Queen Romeo ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet ſword tell thee Ther there's theſe thing thoſe thou thou art thought Troi Troilus true watch what's whoſe wife young
Pasajes populares
Página 65 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Página 144 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Página 274 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Página 275 - ... 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 285 - 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...
Página 324 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Página 242 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory 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 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Página 136 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 286 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello Volumen9 de The Works of Shakespear, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Robert Martin, 1768 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 29 Dic. 2006 |
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