The dramatic works of William Shakspeare. Whittingham's ed, Volumen6 |
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... give him good report for't , but that he pays himself with being proud . 2 Cit . Nay , but speak not maliciously . 1 Cit . I say unto you , what he hath done famously , he did it to that end : though soft - conscienced men can be ...
... give him good report for't , but that he pays himself with being proud . 2 Cit . Nay , but speak not maliciously . 1 Cit . I say unto you , what he hath done famously , he did it to that end : though soft - conscienced men can be ...
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... give Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong , And feebling such as stand not in their liking , Below their cobbled shoes . They say , there's grain Would the nobility lay aside their ruth , [ enough ? And let me use my sword , I ...
... give Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong , And feebling such as stand not in their liking , Below their cobbled shoes . They say , there's grain Would the nobility lay aside their ruth , [ enough ? And let me use my sword , I ...
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... Give me excuse , good madam ; I will obey you in every thing hereafter . Vol . Let her alone , lady ; as she is now , she will but disease our better mirth . Val . In troth , I think , she would : -Fare you well then . - Come , good ...
... Give me excuse , good madam ; I will obey you in every thing hereafter . Vol . Let her alone , lady ; as she is now , she will but disease our better mirth . Val . In troth , I think , she would : -Fare you well then . - Come , good ...
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... give him : lend you him , For half a hundred years . - Summon the town . [ I will , Mar. How far off lie the armies ? Mess . Within this mile and half . Mar. Then shall we hear their larum , and they ours . Now , Mars , I pr'ythee ...
... give him : lend you him , For half a hundred years . - Summon the town . [ I will , Mar. How far off lie the armies ? Mess . Within this mile and half . Mar. Then shall we hear their larum , and they ours . Now , Mars , I pr'ythee ...
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... give my poor host freedom . Com . O , well begg'd ! Were he the butcher of my son , he should Be free as is the wind . Deliver him , Titus . Lart . Marcius , his name ? Cor . By Jupiter , forgot : - Go we to our tent : am weary ; yea ...
... give my poor host freedom . Com . O , well begg'd ! Were he the butcher of my son , he should Be free as is the wind . Deliver him , Titus . Lart . Marcius , his name ? Cor . By Jupiter , forgot : - Go we to our tent : am weary ; yea ...
Términos y frases comunes
Andronicus Aufidius Bassianus bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius call'd Calphurnia Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cinna Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline dead death deed dost doth emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar lach lady Lart Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony Menenius Mess mother never noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE Senators soldier sons speak stand sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes unto villain Volces What's word worthy
Pasajes populares
Página 46 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man ! Oct.
Página 14 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Página 73 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 65 - We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny -us for our good ; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
Página 51 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Página 41 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 32 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Página 73 - Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which "they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It...
Página 4 - Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Página 16 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.