Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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Pagina 2
... they neither suspect a female nor their own sister ) ; when on returning from the chase they find her dead , sing her to the ground , and cover the grave with flowers : -these scenes might give a new life for poetry to 2 CYMBELINE .
... they neither suspect a female nor their own sister ) ; when on returning from the chase they find her dead , sing her to the ground , and cover the grave with flowers : -these scenes might give a new life for poetry to 2 CYMBELINE .
Pagina 10
... dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up3 my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! -Remain , remain thou here [ Putting on the Ring . While sense 4 can keep it on ! And ...
... dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up3 my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! -Remain , remain thou here [ Putting on the Ring . While sense 4 can keep it on ! And ...
Pagina 21
... dead , or she's outpriz'd by a trifle . Post . You are mistaken : the one may be sold , or given ; if there were wealth enough for the pur- chase , or merit for the gift : the other is not a thing for sale , and only the gift of the ...
... dead , or she's outpriz'd by a trifle . Post . You are mistaken : the one may be sold , or given ; if there were wealth enough for the pur- chase , or merit for the gift : the other is not a thing for sale , and only the gift of the ...
Pagina 76
... dead , and send him Some bloody sign of it ; for ' tis commanded I should do so : You shall be miss'd at court , And that will well confirm it . Imo . Why , good fellow , What shall I do the while ? Where bide ? How live ? Or in my life ...
... dead , and send him Some bloody sign of it ; for ' tis commanded I should do so : You shall be miss'd at court , And that will well confirm it . Imo . Why , good fellow , What shall I do the while ? Where bide ? How live ? Or in my life ...
Pagina 84
... dead . O Imogen , Safe may'st thou wander , safe return again ! [ Aside . Clo . Sirrah , is this letter true ? Pis . Sir , as I think . Clo . It is Posthumus ' hand ; I know't , -Sirrah , if thou would'st not be a villain , but do me ...
... dead . O Imogen , Safe may'st thou wander , safe return again ! [ Aside . Clo . Sirrah , is this letter true ? Pis . Sir , as I think . Clo . It is Posthumus ' hand ; I know't , -Sirrah , if thou would'st not be a villain , but do me ...
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Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; Pericles ; King Lear William Shakespeare,Henry Norman Hudson Volledige weergave - 1864 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth EDGAR Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Kent King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble o'the old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome Romeo and Juliet SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
Populaire passages
Pagina 105 - 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.
Pagina 545 - Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Pagina 545 - 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.
Pagina 463 - 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 may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pagina 57 - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Pagina 521 - 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.
Pagina 103 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Pagina 399 - 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: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Pagina 504 - tis to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire — dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice; and yond...
Pagina 522 - 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. Cor. And so I am! I am!