Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Volum 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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Pàgina 546
... thine on my contemptible estate : Lo , whilft I waited on my tender lambs , And to fun's parching heat display'd my cheeks , God's mother deigned to appear to me ; And , in a vision full of majesty , Will'd me to leave my bafe vocation ...
... thine on my contemptible estate : Lo , whilft I waited on my tender lambs , And to fun's parching heat display'd my cheeks , God's mother deigned to appear to me ; And , in a vision full of majesty , Will'd me to leave my bafe vocation ...
Pàgina 554
... thine aged back against mine 30 And , in that eafe , I'll tell thee my disease 2. [ arm ; This day , in argument upon a cafe , Some words there grew ' twixt Somerset and me : Among which terms , he us'd his lavish tongue , And did ...
... thine aged back against mine 30 And , in that eafe , I'll tell thee my disease 2. [ arm ; This day , in argument upon a cafe , Some words there grew ' twixt Somerset and me : Among which terms , he us'd his lavish tongue , And did ...
Pàgina 558
... thine enemy , They fet him free , without his ransom paid , In spite of Burgundy , and all his friends . See then ! thou fight'st against thy countrymen , 55 And join'ft with them will be thy flaughter - men . Come , come , return ...
... thine enemy , They fet him free , without his ransom paid , In spite of Burgundy , and all his friends . See then ! thou fight'st against thy countrymen , 55 And join'ft with them will be thy flaughter - men . Come , come , return ...
Pàgina 563
... thine , Mean and right por ; for that pure bloed of mine , Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy : - Here , purpofing the bastard to destroy , Came in ftrong refcue . Speak , thy father's care ; 25 Art not thou weary , John ...
... thine , Mean and right por ; for that pure bloed of mine , Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy : - Here , purpofing the bastard to destroy , Came in ftrong refcue . Speak , thy father's care ; 25 Art not thou weary , John ...
Pàgina 568
... thine infirmity ; That warranteth by law to be thy privilege . I am with child , ye bloody homicides : Murder not then the fruit within my womb , Although ye hale me to a violent death . [ child ? 2c So many captains , gentlemen , and ...
... thine infirmity ; That warranteth by law to be thy privilege . I am with child , ye bloody homicides : Murder not then the fruit within my womb , Although ye hale me to a violent death . [ child ? 2c So many captains , gentlemen , and ...
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.