The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volumen8F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . Enter the Queen , Posthumus , and IMOGEN . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most step - mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . Enter the Queen , Posthumus , and IMOGEN . Queen . No , be assur'd , you shall not find me , daughter , After the slander of most step - mothers , Evil - ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner , but Your ...
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... Exeunt . 1 Lord . Sir , I would advise you to shift a shirt ; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacri- fice : Where air comes out , air comes in : there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent . Clo . If my shirt were ...
... Exeunt . 1 Lord . Sir , I would advise you to shift a shirt ; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacri- fice : Where air comes out , air comes in : there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent . Clo . If my shirt were ...
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... Exeunt . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o ' the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost , As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he spake to thee ? Pis ...
... Exeunt . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o ' the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost , As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he spake to thee ? Pis ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE V .. Rome . An Apartment in Philario's House . Enter PHILARIO , IACHIMO , a Frenchman , a Dutch- man , and a Spaniard . Iach . Believe it , sir : I have seen him in Britain : he was then of a crescent note ; expected to ...
... Exeunt . SCENE V .. Rome . An Apartment in Philario's House . Enter PHILARIO , IACHIMO , a Frenchman , a Dutch- man , and a Spaniard . Iach . Believe it , sir : I have seen him in Britain : he was then of a crescent note ; expected to ...
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... Exeunt POSTHUMUS and IACHIMO . French . Will this hold , think you ? Phi . Signior lachimo will not from it . Pray , let us follow ' em . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Britain . A Room in Cymbeline's Palace 22 CYMBELINE .
... Exeunt POSTHUMUS and IACHIMO . French . Will this hold , think you ? Phi . Signior lachimo will not from it . Pray , let us follow ' em . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Britain . A Room in Cymbeline's Palace 22 CYMBELINE .
Términos y frases comunes
Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd BELARIUS better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word Сут
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Página 408 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 451 - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Página 457 - We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing 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...
Página 65 - tis slander ; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Página 355 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
Página 451 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man, Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For as I am a man I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Página 470 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Página 137 - To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
Página 438 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Página 356 - 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...