The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Parte25,Volumen10 |
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... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , Bells in your parlours , wild cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries 16 , devils being offended , Players in your housewifery ...
... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , Bells in your parlours , wild cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries 16 , devils being offended , Players in your housewifery ...
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... Emil . How , if fair and foolish ? Iago . She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes , to make fools laugh i'the alehouse . What miserable praise hast thou for ...
... Emil . How , if fair and foolish ? Iago . She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes , to make fools laugh i'the alehouse . What miserable praise hast thou for ...
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... Emil . Good morrow , good lieutenant : I am sorry For your displeasure ; but all will soon be well . The general , and his wife , are talking of it ; And she speaks for you stoutly : The Moor replies , That he , you hurt , is of great ...
... Emil . Good morrow , good lieutenant : I am sorry For your displeasure ; but all will soon be well . The general , and his wife , are talking of it ; And she speaks for you stoutly : The Moor replies , That he , you hurt , is of great ...
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... Emil . ' Pray you , come in ; I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosòm freely . Cas . I am much bound to you3 . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . A Room in the Castle . Enter OTHELLO , IAGO , and Gentlemen . Oth . These ...
... Emil . ' Pray you , come in ; I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosòm freely . Cas . I am much bound to you3 . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . A Room in the Castle . Enter OTHELLO , IAGO , and Gentlemen . Oth . These ...
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... Emil . Madam , here comes My lord . Cas . Madam , I'll take my leave . Des . Why , stay , And hear me speak . Cas . Madam , not now ; I am very ill at ease , Unfit for mine own purposes . Des . Do your discretion . Iago . Well , well ...
... Emil . Madam , here comes My lord . Cas . Madam , I'll take my leave . Des . Why , stay , And hear me speak . Cas . Madam , not now ; I am very ill at ease , Unfit for mine own purposes . Des . Do your discretion . Iago . Well , well ...
Términos y frases comunes
¹¹ ancient beauty Benvolio Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona dost doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads friar gentleman give grief Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet King Lear lady Laer Laertes look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam Malone married means Measure for Measure Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night Nurse old copies Ophelia Othello passage play poet POLONIUS pray quarto of 1603 quarto reads Queen Rape of Lucrece Roderigo Romeo Romeo and Juliet scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Troilus and Cressida Tybalt villain weep wife word
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Página 247 - 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.
Página 50 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 378 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate.
Página 264 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 340 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Página 174 - 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 ! A little month!
Página 286 - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of [politic] worms* are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
Página 341 - I've done you wrong ; But pardon 't, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd With sore distraction. What I have done, That might your nature, honour, and exception, Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never Hamlet : If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not ; Hamlet denies it. Who does it then ? His madness. If't be so, Hamlet is of the faction...
Página 32 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 247 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.