The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello |
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And give as soft attachment to thy senses , As infants empty of all thought ! Cre .
Good - morrow then . Troi . I pr'ythee now , to bed . Cre . Are you a weary of me ?
Troi . O Cressida ! but that the busy day , Wak'd by the lark , has rous'd the ribald
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And give as soft attachment to thy senses , As infants empty of all thought ! Cre .
Good - morrow then . Troi . I pr'ythee now , to bed . Cre . Are you a weary of me ?
Troi . O Cressida ! but that the busy day , Wak'd by the lark , has rous'd the ribald
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Heav'n's face doth glow O'er iliis solidity and compound mass With tristful visage ;
and , as ' gainst the doom , Is thought - fick at the act . Queen . Ay me ! what act ?
Ham . That roars so loud , it thunders to the Indies . Look here upon this pidure ...
Heav'n's face doth glow O'er iliis solidity and compound mass With tristful visage ;
and , as ' gainst the doom , Is thought - fick at the act . Queen . Ay me ! what act ?
Ham . That roars so loud , it thunders to the Indies . Look here upon this pidure ...
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Oph . There's rosemary , that's for remembrance ; pray , love , remember ; and
there's pancies , that's for thoughts . Laer . A document in ... Thought and affli &
ion , paffion , hell itself , She turns to favour , and to prettiness . * Nature is fine in
love ...
Oph . There's rosemary , that's for remembrance ; pray , love , remember ; and
there's pancies , that's for thoughts . Laer . A document in ... Thought and affli &
ion , paffion , hell itself , She turns to favour , and to prettiness . * Nature is fine in
love ...
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But for a satisfaction of my thought , No farther harm . Oth . Why of thy thought ,
Iago ? Jago . I did not think , he'd been acquainted with it . Oth . Oh , yes , and
went between us very oft . lago . Indeed ! Oth . Indeed ! ay , indeed . Discern'st
thou ...
But for a satisfaction of my thought , No farther harm . Oth . Why of thy thought ,
Iago ? Jago . I did not think , he'd been acquainted with it . Oth . Oh , yes , and
went between us very oft . lago . Indeed ! Oth . Indeed ! ay , indeed . Discern'st
thou ...
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... Shew me thy thought . 1.ago . My lord , you know , I love you . Oth . I think thou
doeft : And for I know , thou art full of love and honesty , And weigh'st thy words
before thou giv'it them breath , Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more .
... Shew me thy thought . 1.ago . My lord , you know , I love you . Oth . I think thou
doeft : And for I know , thou art full of love and honesty , And weigh'st thy words
before thou giv'it them breath , Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more .
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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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