Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Pàgina 98
... never false . -Soft , ho ! what trunk is here . Without his top ? The ruin speaks , that sometime It was a worthy building . - How ! a page ! - Or dead , or sleeping on him ? But dead , rather : For nature doth abhor to make his bed ...
... never false . -Soft , ho ! what trunk is here . Without his top ? The ruin speaks , that sometime It was a worthy building . - How ! a page ! - Or dead , or sleeping on him ? But dead , rather : For nature doth abhor to make his bed ...
Pàgina 103
... never Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood , But that of coward hares , hot goats , and vension ? Never bestrid a horse , save one , that had A rider like myself , who ne'er wore rowel 3 - their quarter'd fires , ] Quarter'd ...
... never Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood , But that of coward hares , hot goats , and vension ? Never bestrid a horse , save one , that had A rider like myself , who ne'er wore rowel 3 - their quarter'd fires , ] Quarter'd ...
Pàgina 105
... never Had liv'd to put on this : so had you saved The noble Imogen to repent ; and struck Me , wretch , more worth your vengeance . But , alack , You snatch some hence for little faults ; that's love , To have them fall no more : you ...
... never Had liv'd to put on this : so had you saved The noble Imogen to repent ; and struck Me , wretch , more worth your vengeance . But , alack , You snatch some hence for little faults ; that's love , To have them fall no more : you ...
Pàgina 113
... never saw ? I died , whilst in the womb he stay'd Attending Nature's law . Whose father then ( as men report , Thou orphans ' father art , ) Thou should'st have been , and shielded him From this earth - vexing smart . Moth . Lucina lent ...
... never saw ? I died , whilst in the womb he stay'd Attending Nature's law . Whose father then ( as men report , Thou orphans ' father art , ) Thou should'st have been , and shielded him From this earth - vexing smart . Moth . Lucina lent ...
Pàgina 118
... never return to tell one . Post . I tell thee , fellow , there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going , but such as wink , and will not use them .き Gaol . What an infinite mock is this , that a man should have the best ...
... never return to tell one . Post . I tell thee , fellow , there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going , but such as wink , and will not use them .き Gaol . What an infinite mock is this , that a man should have the best ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word Сут
Passatges populars
Pàgina 410 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 358 - 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...
Pàgina 440 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Pàgina 400 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm. — But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need ! You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Pàgina 405 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription;° why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man...
Pàgina 95 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Pàgina 372 - Hear, nature, hear ; dear goddess, hear ! — Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase ; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Pàgina 401 - 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.
Pàgina 357 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects...
Pàgina 444 - Ay, every inch a king : When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. — What was thy cause? — Adultery? — Thou shalt not die : die for adultery ! No : The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive ; for Gloster's bastard son Was kinder to his father than my daughters Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers. — Behold yond...