The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volum 10Little, Brown, 1861 |
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Pàgina 53
... honour that I dream not of . Nurse . An honour ? were not I thine only nurse , I would say , thou had'st suck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well , think of marriage now ; younger than you , Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are ...
... honour that I dream not of . Nurse . An honour ? were not I thine only nurse , I would say , thou had'st suck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well , think of marriage now ; younger than you , Here in Verona , ladies of esteem , Are ...
Pàgina 61
... honour of my kin , To strike him dead I hold it not a sin . Cap . Why , how now , kinsman ! wherefore storm you so ? Tyb . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe e ; A villain , that is hither come in spite , To scorn at our solemnity ...
... honour of my kin , To strike him dead I hold it not a sin . Cap . Why , how now , kinsman ! wherefore storm you so ? Tyb . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe e ; A villain , that is hither come in spite , To scorn at our solemnity ...
Pàgina 97
... honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal Earth . O , what a beast was I to chide at him ! Nurse . Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin ? Jul . Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband ? VOL . X. G Ah , poor ...
... honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal Earth . O , what a beast was I to chide at him ! Nurse . Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin ? Jul . Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband ? VOL . X. G Ah , poor ...
Pàgina 117
... honour bring . Be not so long to speak ; I long to die , If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy . Fri. Hold , daughter ! I do spy a kind of hope , Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent ...
... honour bring . Be not so long to speak ; I long to die , If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy . Fri. Hold , daughter ! I do spy a kind of hope , Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent ...
Pàgina 148
... honour . " " Or dedicate his beauty to the sun " : - The old edi- tions have , " to the same " an easy misprint of " to the sunne . " The correction is one of Theobald's happiest conjectures . 661 39 -dim well - seeming forms " : The ...
... honour . " " Or dedicate his beauty to the sun " : - The old edi- tions have , " to the same " an easy misprint of " to the sunne . " The correction is one of Theobald's happiest conjectures . 661 39 -dim well - seeming forms " : The ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Volum 10 William Shakespeare,Richard Grant White Visualització completa - 1862 |
The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Volum 10 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1883 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 440 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Pàgina 379 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Pàgina 362 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's , to him I say , that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 443 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Pàgina 447 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight .' or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable 40 As this which now I draw.
Pàgina 57 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pàgina 367 - 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 447 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing : It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one...
Pàgina 443 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed : then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Pàgina 379 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection : I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius...