The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pagina 4
... thank thee , who hath taught My frail mortality to know itself , And by those fearful objects to prepare This body , like to them , to what I must : For death remember'd , should be like a mirror , Who tells us , life's but breath ; to ...
... thank thee , who hath taught My frail mortality to know itself , And by those fearful objects to prepare This body , like to them , to what I must : For death remember'd , should be like a mirror , Who tells us , life's but breath ; to ...
Pagina 10
... thank thee for it ; and high heaven forbid , That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid ! Fit counsellor , and fervant for a prince , Who by thy wisdom mak'st a prince thy fervant , What would'ft thou have me do ? Hel . With ...
... thank thee for it ; and high heaven forbid , That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid ! Fit counsellor , and fervant for a prince , Who by thy wisdom mak'st a prince thy fervant , What would'ft thou have me do ? Hel . With ...
Pagina 22
... thank you , fir . 2 Fish . Hark you , my friend , you faid you could not beg . Per . I did but crave . 2 Fish . But crave ? Then I'll turn craver too , and so I fhall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipp'd then ? 2 ...
... thank you , fir . 2 Fish . Hark you , my friend , you faid you could not beg . Per . I did but crave . 2 Fish . But crave ? Then I'll turn craver too , and so I fhall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipp'd then ? 2 ...
Pagina 29
... thank your grace . Yon knight , methinks , doth fit too melancholy , As if the entertainment in our court Had not a show might countervail his worth . Note it not you , Thaifa ? Thai . To me , my father ? Sim . What is it O , attend ...
... thank your grace . Yon knight , methinks , doth fit too melancholy , As if the entertainment in our court Had not a show might countervail his worth . Note it not you , Thaifa ? Thai . To me , my father ? Sim . What is it O , attend ...
Pagina 30
William Shakespeare. Per . I thank him . Thai . Wifhing it fo much blood unto your life . Per . I thank both him and ... thanks your grace ; names himself Pericles , A gentleman of Tyre , who only by Misfortune of the feas has been bereft ...
William Shakespeare. Per . I thank him . Thai . Wifhing it fo much blood unto your life . Per . I thank both him and ... thanks your grace ; names himself Pericles , A gentleman of Tyre , who only by Misfortune of the feas has been bereft ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
Populaire passages
Pagina 93 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Pagina 18 - 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...
Pagina 52 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Pagina 97 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Pagina 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Pagina 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Pagina 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Pagina 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Pagina 98 - tis fittest. Cor. 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 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.