The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he cannot , nor Continue where he is ; to shift his being5 , Is to exchange one misery with another ; And every day , that comes , comes to decay A day's work in him ...
... fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he cannot , nor Continue where he is ; to shift his being5 , Is to exchange one misery with another ; And every day , that comes , comes to decay A day's work in him ...
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... fortunes you now change your present service . ' It has been proposed to read : - And , Think what a chance thou chancest on . ' Think what a change thou chancest on . ' But there seems to be no necessity for alteration . 8 A lieger ...
... fortunes you now change your present service . ' It has been proposed to read : - And , Think what a chance thou chancest on . ' Think what a change thou chancest on . ' But there seems to be no necessity for alteration . 8 A lieger ...
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... fortune ! ) to master Cæsar's sword , 1 O false and inconstant fortune ! ' A giglot was a strumpet . So in Measure for Measure , vol . ii . p . 106 : - Away with those giglots too . ' And in Hamlet : - ' Out , out , thou strumpet ...
... fortune ! ) to master Cæsar's sword , 1 O false and inconstant fortune ! ' A giglot was a strumpet . So in Measure for Measure , vol . ii . p . 106 : - Away with those giglots too . ' And in Hamlet : - ' Out , out , thou strumpet ...
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... fortunes 2. - How ! that I should murder her ? Upon the love , and truth , and vows , which I Have made to thy command ? -I , her ? -her blood ? If it be so to do good service , never Let me be counted serviceable . How look I , That I ...
... fortunes 2. - How ! that I should murder her ? Upon the love , and truth , and vows , which I Have made to thy command ? -I , her ? -her blood ? If it be so to do good service , never Let me be counted serviceable . How look I , That I ...
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... fortune . man , a thing Imo . [ Reads . ] Thy mistress , Pisanio , hath played the strumpet in my bed ; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me . I speak not out of weak surmises ; from proof as strong as my grief , and as certain as ...
... fortune . man , a thing Imo . [ Reads . ] Thy mistress , Pisanio , hath played the strumpet in my bed ; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me . I speak not out of weak surmises ; from proof as strong as my grief , and as certain as ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aaron Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth EDGAR Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Iachimo Imogen Kent King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome Romeo and Juliet SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt sorrow speak Steevens sweet Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
Pasajes populares
Página 543 - Lear. 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 ! — Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Página 451 - 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.
Página 519 - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Página 543 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Página 461 - 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 may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 526 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Página 151 - To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
Página 545 - A play in which the wicked prosper, and the virtuous miscarry, may doubtless be good, because it is a just representation of the common events of human life : but since all reasonable beings naturally love justice, I cannot easily be persuaded, that the observation of justice makes a play worse; or that, if other excellencies are equal, the audience will not always rise better pleased from the final triumph of persecuted virtue.
Página 399 - 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...
Página 545 - Shakespeare has suffered the virtue of Cordelia to perish in a just cause, contrary to the natural ideas of justice, to the hope of the reader, and, what is yet more strange, to the faith of chronicles.