The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volumen9 |
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Cymbeline is said to have reigned thirty - five years , leaving at his death two
sons , Guiderius and Arviragus . Tenantius ( who is mentioned in the first scene )
was the father of Cymbeline , and nephew of Cassibelan , being the younger son
of ...
Cymbeline is said to have reigned thirty - five years , leaving at his death two
sons , Guiderius and Arviragus . Tenantius ( who is mentioned in the first scene )
was the father of Cymbeline , and nephew of Cassibelan , being the younger son
of ...
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And had , besides this gentleman in question , Two other sons , who , in the wars
o ' the time , Died with their swords in hand ; for which their father ( Then old and
fond of issue ) took such sorrow , That he quit being ; and his gentle lady , Big of ...
And had , besides this gentleman in question , Two other sons , who , in the wars
o ' the time , Died with their swords in hand ; for which their father ( Then old and
fond of issue ) took such sorrow , That he quit being ; and his gentle lady , Big of ...
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My sons , I must , For mine own part , unfold a dangerous speech , Though ,
haply , well for you . Arv . Your danger is Ours . Gui . And our good his . Bel .
Have at it then .By leave ; — Thou hadst , great king , a subject , who Was call ' d
Belarius ...
My sons , I must , For mine own part , unfold a dangerous speech , Though ,
haply , well for you . Arv . Your danger is Ours . Gui . And our good his . Bel .
Have at it then .By leave ; — Thou hadst , great king , a subject , who Was call ' d
Belarius ...
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Romans , of five and twenty valiant sons , Ilalf of the number that king Priam had ,
Behold the poor remains alive , and dead ! These , that survive , let Rome reward
with love ; These , that I bring unto their latest home , With burial amongst their ...
Romans , of five and twenty valiant sons , Ilalf of the number that king Priam had ,
Behold the poor remains alive , and dead ! These , that survive , let Rome reward
with love ; These , that I bring unto their latest home , With burial amongst their ...
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Stay , Roman brethren ; - Gracious conqueror , Victorious Titus , rue the tears 1
shed , A mother ' s tears in passion4 for her son : And , if thy sons were ever dear
to thee , 0 , think my son to be as dear to me . Sufficeth not , that we are brought to
...
Stay , Roman brethren ; - Gracious conqueror , Victorious Titus , rue the tears 1
shed , A mother ' s tears in passion4 for her son : And , if thy sons were ever dear
to thee , 0 , think my son to be as dear to me . Sufficeth not , that we are brought to
...
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Andronicus appears arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother child comes Corn daughter dead death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio Fool fortune Gent give gods grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven honour I'll Italy keep Kent kind king lady Lear leave live look lord Lucius madam master means mind mistress nature never night noble old copy passage Pericles play poor Post pray present prince quartos queen reason Roman Rome SCENE seems sense Shakspeare sons speak speech stand Steevens sweet tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought Titus true villain wind
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Página 485 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Página 42 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Página 505 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Página 361 - Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; no more, nor less.
Página 433 - 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.
Página 375 - 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...
Página 374 - 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 : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide : in cities, mutinies ; in countries, discord ; in palaces, treason ; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Página 362 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
Página 476 - em : Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Página 371 - Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?