Shakespeare's Hamlet, Coriolanus, Twelfth NightClarendon Press, 1911 |
Términos y frases comunes
Antium Antonio Aufidius Bernardo blood Brutus Citizen Clown Cominius common consul Coriolanus Corioli dear death doth Duke enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Fabian father fear follow fool Fortinbras fortune friends gentleman give Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio Illyria Julius Caesar King lady Laertes look lord Macbeth madam Malvolio Marcellus Marcius Maria matter means Menenius mind mother nature never noble Olivia Ophelia Osric peace phrase play players Plutarch Polonius pray Queen Re-enter revenge Richard II Roman Rome Rosencrantz ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN SCENE Sebastian Second Servingman Senate sense Shake Shakespeare Sicinius Sir Andrew Sir Toby soldier soul speak speech sweet sword tell thee there's thing Third Servingman thou hast thought tongue tragedy Tribunes Tullus Twelfth Night unto Viola Virgilia voice Volsces Volscians Volumnia word
Pasajes populares
Página 69 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Página 9 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world. Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Página 70 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 43 - 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 1 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 46 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Página 9 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Página 70 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Página 41 - 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: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Página 47 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some" quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.