Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Volum 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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Pàgina 575
... fool ; this is the duke of Suffolk , and not my lord protector . Saf . How now , fellow ? wouldft any thing 20 with me ? 1 Pet . I pray , my lord , pardon me ! I took ye for my lord protector . 2. Mar. For my lord protector ! are your ...
... fool ; this is the duke of Suffolk , and not my lord protector . Saf . How now , fellow ? wouldft any thing 20 with me ? 1 Pet . I pray , my lord , pardon me ! I took ye for my lord protector . 2. Mar. For my lord protector ! are your ...
Pàgina 579
... fool , and runs away ; and the people follow and cry , A Miracle ! K. Henry . O God , feest thou this , and bear'st so long ? Queen . It made me laugh , to fee the villain run . Glo . Follow the knave ; and take this drab away . Wife ...
... fool , and runs away ; and the people follow and cry , A Miracle ! K. Henry . O God , feest thou this , and bear'st so long ? Queen . It made me laugh , to fee the villain run . Glo . Follow the knave ; and take this drab away . Wife ...
Pàgina 631
... fool was that of Crete , 2 . That taught his fon the office of a fowl ? And yet , for all his wings , the fool was drown'd . K. Henry . I , Dædalus ; my poor fon , Icarus ; Thy father , Minos , that deny'd our course ; [ force . 35 The ...
... fool was that of Crete , 2 . That taught his fon the office of a fowl ? And yet , for all his wings , the fool was drown'd . K. Henry . I , Dædalus ; my poor fon , Icarus ; Thy father , Minos , that deny'd our course ; [ force . 35 The ...
Pàgina 640
... Fool , fool : thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou fhalt with for me To help thee curfe this pois'nous bunch - back'd toad . [ curfe ; 25 Haft . Falfe - boding woman , end thy frantick Left , to thy harm ...
... Fool , fool : thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou fhalt with for me To help thee curfe this pois'nous bunch - back'd toad . [ curfe ; 25 Haft . Falfe - boding woman , end thy frantick Left , to thy harm ...
Pàgina 642
... fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Murd . Why , then he'll fay , we stabb'd him Лeeping . 40 2 Murd . The urging of that word , judgment , hath bred a kind of remorfe in me . 1 Murd . What ? art thou afraid ? 2 ...
... fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Murd . Why , then he'll fay , we stabb'd him Лeeping . 40 2 Murd . The urging of that word , judgment , hath bred a kind of remorfe in me . 1 Murd . What ? art thou afraid ? 2 ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Ægypt Afide againſt Ajax anſwer Antony Apemantus art thou beſt blood brother Brutus Cæfar Caffio caufe Cleo Coriolanus death Diomed doft doth duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe father fear feems fhall fhew fight firſt flain foldiers fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven Henry himſelf honour houſe huſband Iago itſelf king lady Lear lord madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble Nurfe Othello Pandarus pleaſe pleaſure Pleb pray prefent prince purpoſe Queen reafon reft Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tybalt unto uſe Warwick whofe word yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 753 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Pàgina 741 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pàgina 754 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pàgina 692 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 692 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, }Never to hope again.
Pàgina 1004 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion...
Pàgina 753 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pàgina 744 - How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?— That;— And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Pàgina 943 - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Pàgina 792 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.