TragediesAmerican Book Exchange, 1881 |
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... sleep , that is not what it is ! This love feel I , that feel no love in this . Dost thou not laugh ? Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . Good heart , at what ? Ben . 180 At thy good heart's oppression . 190 Rom . Why , such is ...
... sleep , that is not what it is ! This love feel I , that feel no love in this . Dost thou not laugh ? Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . Good heart , at what ? Ben . 180 At thy good heart's oppression . 190 Rom . Why , such is ...
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... sleeps again . This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night , And bakes the elf - locks in foul sluttish hairs , Which once untangled much misfortune bodes : This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs , That ...
... sleeps again . This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night , And bakes the elf - locks in foul sluttish hairs , Which once untangled much misfortune bodes : This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs , That ...
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... sleep : Come , shall we go ? Ben . Go , then ; for ' tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found . 40 [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Capulet's orchard . Enter ROMEO . Rom . He jests at scars that never felt a wound . [ Juliet appears ...
... sleep : Come , shall we go ? Ben . Go , then ; for ' tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found . 40 [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Capulet's orchard . Enter ROMEO . Rom . He jests at scars that never felt a wound . [ Juliet appears ...
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... Sleep dwell upon thine eyes , peace in thy breast ! Would I were sleep and peace , so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . [ Exit . 190 SCENE III . Friar Laurence's ...
... Sleep dwell upon thine eyes , peace in thy breast ! Would I were sleep and peace , so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . [ Exit . 190 SCENE III . Friar Laurence's ...
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... sleep will never lie ; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign : Therefore thy earliness doth me assure 10 20 30 40 Thou art up - roused by some distemperature ; SCENE III ...
... sleep will never lie ; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign : Therefore thy earliness doth me assure 10 20 30 40 Thou art up - roused by some distemperature ; SCENE III ...
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
Pasajes populares
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.