The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumen10 |
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... makes my number more , At my poor house , look to behold this night Earth -
treading stars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lusty young
men feel When well - apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads , even
such ...
... makes my number more , At my poor house , look to behold this night Earth -
treading stars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lusty young
men feel When well - apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads , even
such ...
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Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid ; now heaven hath all , And all the
better is it for the maid : Your part in her you could not keep from death ; But
heaven keeps his part in eternal life . The most you sought was — her promotion ;
For ...
Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid ; now heaven hath all , And all the
better is it for the maid : Your part in her you could not keep from death ; But
heaven keeps his part in eternal life . The most you sought was — her promotion ;
For ...
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Madam , come ; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my
heart : in grace whereof , No jocund health , that Denmark drinks to - day , But the
great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit ...
Madam , come ; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my
heart : in grace whereof , No jocund health , that Denmark drinks to - day , But the
great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit ...
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Why , what an ass am I ? This is most brave ; That I , the son of a dear father
murder'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a whore ,
unpack my heart with words , And fall a cursing , like a very drab , A scullion ! Fye
upon't ...
Why , what an ass am I ? This is most brave ; That I , the son of a dear father
murder'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a whore ,
unpack my heart with words , And fall a cursing , like a very drab , A scullion ! Fye
upon't ...
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Now might I do it , pat , now he is praying ; And now I'll do't ; and so he goes to
heaven : And so am I reveng'd ? That would be scann'd : 2 A villain kills my father
; and , for that , I , his sole 3 son , do this same villain send To heaven . Why , this
...
Now might I do it , pat , now he is praying ; And now I'll do't ; and so he goes to
heaven : And so am I reveng'd ? That would be scann'd : 2 A villain kills my father
; and , for that , I , his sole 3 son , do this same villain send To heaven . Why , this
...
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Attendants bear better blood bring CAPULET Cassio comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth earth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall Farewell father fear follow fortune friar give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honest Horatio hour husband I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer Laertes leave light live look lord madam marry matter means mind Moor mother murder nature never night noble Nurse Othello play poor pray Queen Romeo SCENE seen sleep soul speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought to-night true Tybalt villain watch wife young
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Página 192 - Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Página 192 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 183 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Página 214 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 254 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Página 215 - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
Página 25 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Página 395 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Página 186 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Página 343 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
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| Título | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumen10 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 28 Dic. 2006 |
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