The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello |
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With the first glance that ever - pardon meIf I confess much , you will play the
tyrant ; I love you now ; but not till now , so much But I might master it - in faith , I
lieMy thoughts were , like unbridled children , grown Too headstrong for their
mother ...
With the first glance that ever - pardon meIf I confess much , you will play the
tyrant ; I love you now ; but not till now , so much But I might master it - in faith , I
lieMy thoughts were , like unbridled children , grown Too headstrong for their
mother ...
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O beauty ! Where's thy faith ? Uly My lord , - Troi . I will be patient , outwardly . I
will . Cre . You look upon that sleeve ; behold it will : He lov'd me : - 0 false wench
! -- Give't me again . Dio . Whose was't ? Cre . It is no matter , now I have't again .
O beauty ! Where's thy faith ? Uly My lord , - Troi . I will be patient , outwardly . I
will . Cre . You look upon that sleeve ; behold it will : He lov'd me : - 0 false wench
! -- Give't me again . Dio . Whose was't ? Cre . It is no matter , now I have't again .
Página 186
Faith , here it is : Romeo is banishd ; all the world to nothing , That be dares ne'er
come back to challenge you ; Or if he do , it needs must be by stealth . Then since
the case so stands , as now it doth , I think it best , you married with the Count .
Faith , here it is : Romeo is banishd ; all the world to nothing , That be dares ne'er
come back to challenge you ; Or if he do , it needs must be by stealth . Then since
the case so stands , as now it doth , I think it best , you married with the Count .
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Nay , in good faith , for mine ease , in good faith : Sir , here is newly come to
Court Laertes ; believe me , an absolute Gentleman , full of most ex . cellent
Differences , of very soft society , and great shew : indeed , to speak feelingly of
him , he is ...
Nay , in good faith , for mine ease , in good faith : Sir , here is newly come to
Court Laertes ; believe me , an absolute Gentleman , full of most ex . cellent
Differences , of very soft society , and great shew : indeed , to speak feelingly of
him , he is ...
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I would , you did , Sir ; yet , in faith , if you did , it would not much approve me . -
Well , Sir . Ofr . You are not ignorant of what excellence Laeries is . Ham . I dare '
not confess that , left I should compare with him in excellence : but to know a man
...
I would , you did , Sir ; yet , in faith , if you did , it would not much approve me . -
Well , Sir . Ofr . You are not ignorant of what excellence Laeries is . Ham . I dare '
not confess that , left I should compare with him in excellence : but to know a man
...
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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.