The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volumen2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... mothers , which is most infallible disobedience . He that hangs himself is a virgin : virginity murders itself , and ... mother , and a mistress , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddess , and a sovereign ...
... mothers , which is most infallible disobedience . He that hangs himself is a virgin : virginity murders itself , and ... mother , and a mistress , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddess , and a sovereign ...
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... mother . Why not a mother ? When I said , a mother , Methought you saw a serpent : what's in mother , That you start at it ? I say , I am your mother , And put you in the catalogue of those That were enwombed mine . ' Tis often seen ...
... mother . Why not a mother ? When I said , a mother , Methought you saw a serpent : what's in mother , That you start at it ? I say , I am your mother , And put you in the catalogue of those That were enwombed mine . ' Tis often seen ...
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... mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam : would you were ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed , my mother ! or were you both our mothers , I care no more for , than I do for heaven , So I were not his sister ...
... mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam : would you were ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed , my mother ! or were you both our mothers , I care no more for , than I do for heaven , So I were not his sister ...
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... . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot . To the wars ! Ber . There's letters from my mother : what the import is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that would be known . To 110 32 ALL ' S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot . To the wars ! Ber . There's letters from my mother : what the import is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that would be known . To 110 32 ALL ' S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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... mother with my hate to her , And wherefore I am fled ; write to the king That which I durst not speak . His present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields , Where noble fellows strike . War is no strife To the dark house , and ...
... mother with my hate to her , And wherefore I am fled ; write to the king That which I durst not speak . His present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields , Where noble fellows strike . War is no strife To the dark house , and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 476 - 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.
Página 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Página 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Página 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...