The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Volumen7 |
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... flave To each incensed will . I would your Highness Would give it quick confideration , for There is no priner business . King . By my life This is against our pleasure . Wol . And for me , I have no further gone in this , than by A ...
... flave To each incensed will . I would your Highness Would give it quick confideration , for There is no priner business . King . By my life This is against our pleasure . Wol . And for me , I have no further gone in this , than by A ...
Página 92
... flaves , leave your gaping . Within . Good Mr. Porter , I belong to th ' larder . Port . Belong to the gallows and be hang'd , ye rogue . Is this a place to roar in ? -Fetch me a dozen crab - tree ftaves , and ftrong ones ; these are ...
... flaves , leave your gaping . Within . Good Mr. Porter , I belong to th ' larder . Port . Belong to the gallows and be hang'd , ye rogue . Is this a place to roar in ? -Fetch me a dozen crab - tree ftaves , and ftrong ones ; these are ...
Página 119
... flave back to me when I call'd him ? Knight . Sir , he answer'd me in the roundest man- ner , he would not . Lear . He would not ? Knight . My Lord , I know not what the matter is , but , to my judgment , your Highness is not en ...
... flave back to me when I call'd him ? Knight . Sir , he answer'd me in the roundest man- ner , he would not . Lear . He would not ? Knight . My Lord , I know not what the matter is , but , to my judgment , your Highness is not en ...
Página 120
... flave , you cur . Stew . I am none of thefe , my Lord ; I beseech your pardon . Lear . Do you bandy looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him . Stew . I'll not be ftruck , my Lord . Kent . Nor tript neither , you bafe foot - ball ...
... flave , you cur . Stew . I am none of thefe , my Lord ; I beseech your pardon . Lear . Do you bandy looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him . Stew . I'll not be ftruck , my Lord . Kent . Nor tript neither , you bafe foot - ball ...
Página 135
... flave ; one that wouldft be a bawd in way of good fervice ; and art nothing but the compofition of a knave , beggar ... flave . Stand , rogue , ftand , you neat flave , ftrike . [ Beating him , Stew . Help , ho ! murder ! murder ! 4 ...
... flave ; one that wouldft be a bawd in way of good fervice ; and art nothing but the compofition of a knave , beggar ... flave . Stand , rogue , ftand , you neat flave , ftrike . [ Beating him , Stew . Help , ho ! murder ! murder ! 4 ...
Términos y frases comunes
againſt Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens beſt better buſineſs Cardinal caufe Cham confcience Cordelia Corn daughter doft thou Duke Duke of Cornwall Duke of Norfolk Edmund elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fent fervant fervice fhall fhew fhould fifter Flav flave fome Fool foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gent give Glo'fter Glou Gods Gonerill Grace hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honeft honour houſe Johnſon Kent King knave Lady Lear Lord Lord Chamberlain Lucullus Madam mafter moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon Phrynia pleaſe pleaſure poor Pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen reafon Regan SCENE Sir Thomas Lovel ſpeak ſtand ſtate Stew thee thefe There's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon uſe Warburton whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
Pasajes populares
Página 186 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Página 104 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation 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 67 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Página 149 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Página 154 - Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Página 65 - But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 149 - 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.
Página 66 - ... happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has...
Página 67 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Página 126 - Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her. Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!