TragediesAmerican Book Exchange, 1881 |
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... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; 100 They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I take Thus from my lips , by ...
... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; 100 They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I take Thus from my lips , by ...
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... dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . Ben . Away , be gone ; the sport is at the best . Rom . Ay , so I fear ; the more is my unrest . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . Is ...
... dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . Ben . Away , be gone ; the sport is at the best . Rom . Ay , so I fear ; the more is my unrest . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . Is ...
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... dear perfection which he owes Without that title . Romeo , doff thy name , And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself . Rom . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptized ; Henceforth I never ...
... dear perfection which he owes Without that title . Romeo , doff thy name , And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself . Rom . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptized ; Henceforth I never ...
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... dear love- Jul . Well , do not swear : although I joy in thee , I have no joy of this contract to - night : It is too rash , too unadvised , too sudden ; Too like the lightning , which doth cease to be Ere one can say " It lightens ...
... dear love- Jul . Well , do not swear : although I joy in thee , I have no joy of this contract to - night : It is too rash , too unadvised , too sudden ; Too like the lightning , which doth cease to be Ere one can say " It lightens ...
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... dear ? At what o'clock to - morrow At the hour of nine . Shall I send to thee ? Rom . Jul . I will not fail : ' tis twenty years till then . I have forgot why I did call thee back . Rom . Let me stand here till thou remember it . Jul ...
... dear ? At what o'clock to - morrow At the hour of nine . Shall I send to thee ? Rom . Jul . I will not fail : ' tis twenty years till then . I have forgot why I did call thee back . Rom . Let me stand here till thou remember it . Jul ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo better blood Brutus Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fool fortune friends Gent gentleman give Glou gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach Iago is't Kent king knave L's L's lady Laer Laertes Lear live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Mach madam Mark Antony married Merry Wives mistress N's Dr ne'er never night noble Nurse Othello Pericles poison'd Polonius Pompey poor pray prithee queen Re-enter Romeo SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell Temp thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius to-night Tybalt villain What's wilt Wint word
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Página 212 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Página 210 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Página 302 - 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.
Página 215 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Página 251 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 424 - 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 upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones That ebb and flow by the moon.
Página 537 - Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Página 212 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Página 362 - 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 302 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the 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.