The dramatic works of William Shakspere, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic] & Reed, with glossarial notes, his life, etc. by N. Rowe |
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... Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in Eng- land now ( as once I was ) , and had but this fish painted , not a holiday - fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes ...
... Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in Eng- land now ( as once I was ) , and had but this fish painted , not a holiday - fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes ...
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... poor credulous monster : --- Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . Cal . I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And kiss thy foot : I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
... poor credulous monster : --- Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . Cal . I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And kiss thy foot : I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
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... Poor wounded name ! my bosom , as a bed , Shall lodge thee , till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd ; And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss . But twice , or thrice , was Proteus written down ? Be calm , good wind , blow not a word ...
... Poor wounded name ! my bosom , as a bed , Shall lodge thee , till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd ; And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss . But twice , or thrice , was Proteus written down ? Be calm , good wind , blow not a word ...
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... poor habiliments , Of which if you should here disfurnish me , You take the sum and substance that I have . 2 Out . Whither travel you ? Val . To Verona . 1 Out . Whence came you ? Val . From Milan . 3 Out . Have you long sojourned ...
... poor habiliments , Of which if you should here disfurnish me , You take the sum and substance that I have . 2 Out . Whither travel you ? Val . To Verona . 1 Out . Whence came you ? Val . From Milan . 3 Out . Have you long sojourned ...
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... poor Proteus ! thou hast entertain'd A fox , to be shepherd of thy lambs : Alas , poor fool ! why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me ? Because he loves her , he despiseth me ; Because I love him , I must pity him . This ...
... poor Proteus ! thou hast entertain'd A fox , to be shepherd of thy lambs : Alas , poor fool ! why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me ? Because he loves her , he despiseth me ; Because I love him , I must pity him . This ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alençon arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
Pasajes populares
Página 449 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? O pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work.
Página 214 - Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward...
Página 452 - 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...
Página 199 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 63 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Página 214 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Página 356 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 186 - For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys...