The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volum 8F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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Pàgina 42
... doth affect A saucy roughness ; and constrains the garb , Quite from his nature : He cannot flatter , he ! - An honest mind and plain , he must speak truth : An they will take it , so ; if not , he's plain . These kind of knaves I know ...
... doth affect A saucy roughness ; and constrains the garb , Quite from his nature : He cannot flatter , he ! - An honest mind and plain , he must speak truth : An they will take it , so ; if not , he's plain . These kind of knaves I know ...
Pàgina 48
... doth still neglect all office , Whereto our health is bound ; we are not ourselves , When nature , being oppress'd , commands the mind To suffer with the body : I'll forbear ; And am fallen out with my more headier will , To take the ...
... doth still neglect all office , Whereto our health is bound ; we are not ourselves , When nature , being oppress'd , commands the mind To suffer with the body : I'll forbear ; And am fallen out with my more headier will , To take the ...
Pàgina 53
... well- favour'd , When others are more wicked ; not being the worst , Stands in some rank of praise : -I'll go with thee ; ( 1 ) Since . ( To Goneril . Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty , And Scene IV . 53 KING LEAR .
... well- favour'd , When others are more wicked ; not being the worst , Stands in some rank of praise : -I'll go with thee ; ( 1 ) Since . ( To Goneril . Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty , And Scene IV . 53 KING LEAR .
Pàgina 54
William Shakespeare. Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty , And thou art twice her love . Gon . Hear me , my lord ; What need you five and twenty , ten , or five , To follow in a house , where twice so many Have a command to tend ...
William Shakespeare. Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty , And thou art twice her love . Gon . Hear me , my lord ; What need you five and twenty , ten , or five , To follow in a house , where twice so many Have a command to tend ...
Pàgina 61
... doth fall . [ Exit . SCENE V. A part of the heath , with a hovel . Enterear , Kent , and Fool . Kent . Here is the place , my lord ; good my lord , enter : The tyranny of the open night's too rough For nature to endure . Lear . Let me ...
... doth fall . [ Exit . SCENE V. A part of the heath , with a hovel . Enterear , Kent , and Fool . Kent . Here is the place , my lord ; good my lord , enter : The tyranny of the open night's too rough For nature to endure . Lear . Let me ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare,: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson Visualització completa - 1765 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 341 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Pàgina 187 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 230 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Pàgina 19 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Pàgina 273 - I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Pàgina 281 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pàgina 406 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
Pàgina 8 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty: Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Pàgina 279 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Pàgina 151 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name ! that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet ; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.