The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volum 2Andrus, Judd, & Frnaklin, 1838 |
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Pàgina 4
... weep their intermissive miseries , 2 Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords , view these letters , full of mischance , No leisure had he to enrank his men ; He wanted pikes to set before his archers ; Instead whereof , sharp stakes ...
... weep their intermissive miseries , 2 Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords , view these letters , full of mischance , No leisure had he to enrank his men ; He wanted pikes to set before his archers ; Instead whereof , sharp stakes ...
Pàgina 19
... weep , That thus we die , while remiss traitors sleep . Lucy . O , send some succour to the distress'd lord ! York . He dies , we lose ; I break my warlike word : We mourn , France smiles ; we lose , they daily get ; All ' long of this ...
... weep , That thus we die , while remiss traitors sleep . Lucy . O , send some succour to the distress'd lord ! York . He dies , we lose ; I break my warlike word : We mourn , France smiles ; we lose , they daily get ; All ' long of this ...
Pàgina 23
... weep , Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness . Suff . Yes , there is remedy enough , my lord ; Consent ( and , for thy honour , give consent , ) Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king ; Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto ; And ...
... weep , Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness . Suff . Yes , there is remedy enough , my lord ; Consent ( and , for thy honour , give consent , ) Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king ; Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto ; And ...
Pàgina 28
... weeping joys ; Such is the fulness of my heart's content.- ' Lords , with one cheerful voice welcome my love . All ... weeps Warwick , my valiant son ? ' War . For grief , that they are past recovery : For , were there hope to conquer ...
... weeping joys ; Such is the fulness of my heart's content.- ' Lords , with one cheerful voice welcome my love . All ... weeps Warwick , my valiant son ? ' War . For grief , that they are past recovery : For , were there hope to conquer ...
Pàgina 39
... weep ; and , ' twixt each groan , ' Say - Who's a traitor , Gloster he is none . Exit . * Q . Mar. Free lords , cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams . * Henry my lord is cold in great affairs , * Too full of foolish pity ; and ...
... weep ; and , ' twixt each groan , ' Say - Who's a traitor , Gloster he is none . Exit . * Q . Mar. Free lords , cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams . * Henry my lord is cold in great affairs , * Too full of foolish pity ; and ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet ..., Volum 2 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1855 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet ..., Volum 2 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1855 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 239 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Pàgina 65 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Pàgina 425 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Pàgina 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Pàgina 84 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 158 - A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pàgina 226 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey 's blood? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Pàgina 418 - GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood...
Pàgina 435 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pàgina 239 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!