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Pàgina 15
Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live dis - stain ' d , thou
undishonoured . Ant . S . Plead you to me , fair dame ? I know you not : In
Ephesus I am but two hours old , As strange unto your town as to your talk ; Who ,
every word ...
Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed ; I live dis - stain ' d , thou
undishonoured . Ant . S . Plead you to me , fair dame ? I know you not : In
Ephesus I am but two hours old , As strange unto your town as to your talk ; Who ,
every word ...
Pàgina 16
S . ' Tis true ; she rides me , and I long for grass . ' Tis so , I am an ass ; else it
could never be But I should know her as well as she knows me . Adr . Come ,
come , no longer will I be a fool , To put the finger in the eye and weep , Whilst
man and ...
S . ' Tis true ; she rides me , and I long for grass . ' Tis so , I am an ass ; else it
could never be But I should know her as well as she knows me . Adr . Come ,
come , no longer will I be a fool , To put the finger in the eye and weep , Whilst
man and ...
Pàgina 28
Adr . And true he swore , though yet forsworn he were . Luc . Then pleaded I for
you . Adr . And what said he ? Luc . That love I begg ' d for you he beggd of me .
Adr . With what persuasion did he tempt thy love ? Luc . With words that in an ...
Adr . And true he swore , though yet forsworn he were . Luc . Then pleaded I for
you . Adr . And what said he ? Luc . That love I begg ' d for you he beggd of me .
Adr . With what persuasion did he tempt thy love ? Luc . With words that in an ...
Pàgina 33
Good Doctor Pinch , you are a conjurer ; Establish him in his true sense again ,
And I will please you what you will demand . Luuc . Alas , how fiery and how
sharp he looks ! Cour . Mark how he trembles in his ecstacy ! Pinch . Give me
your ...
Good Doctor Pinch , you are a conjurer ; Establish him in his true sense again ,
And I will please you what you will demand . Luuc . Alas , how fiery and how
sharp he looks ! Cour . Mark how he trembles in his ecstacy ! Pinch . Give me
your ...
Pàgina 40
Adr . Peace , fool , thy master and his man are here ; And that is false thou dost
report to us . Serv . Mistress , upon my life , I tell you true : I have not breath ' d
almost since I did see it . He cries for you , and vows , if he can take you , To
scorch ...
Adr . Peace , fool , thy master and his man are here ; And that is false thou dost
report to us . Serv . Mistress , upon my life , I tell you true : I have not breath ' d
almost since I did see it . He cries for you , and vows , if he can take you , To
scorch ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 356 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Pàgina 175 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pàgina 60 - 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. — But in these cases, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice...
Pàgina 68 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Pàgina 410 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey,...
Pàgina 65 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Pàgina 235 - Richard; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,— That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pàgina 63 - 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 As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pàgina 57 - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, • And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it" ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone.
Pàgina 277 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince : instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life ; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell... Volum 3 de The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell, Henry Glassford Bell |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Porteous, 1865 |
| Original de | Universitat de Princeton |
| Digitalitzat el | 19 Febr. 2008 |
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