What is Shakespeare?: An Introduction to the Great PlaysMacmillan, 1901 - 414 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
answer Antigonus appear aroused Arviragus audience Autolycus Banquo beautiful Belarius believe Benvolio bring Camillo character climax Cloten Clown comedy comes course court Cymbeline daughter death discerned divine dramatic Duke Duncan evidence father feeling Florizel Friar friends give guest Guiderius Hamlet hear Hermione Hermione's hero heroine Holinshed honour husband Iachimo imagination Imogen Italian John Shakespeare King King's Lady Capulet Lady Macbeth Lear Leontes living lords lovers Macduff Major Obstacle Malvolio Mamillius marriage Mary Arden means Mercutio mind mother nature Nurse Olivia Othello paragraph Paulina Perdita perhaps person Pisanio play plot Polyxenes Posthumus Posthumus's present Prince proposed Queen realise recognise rôle Romeo and Juliet scene seems Shake Shakespeare sight Sir Toby speak speare speare's spirit Stratford strength sure sympathies talk tell thee things thou tion tragedy Tybalt Viola wholly wife William Shakespeare Winter's Tale wish Witches woman women words
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Página 171 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say — Ay; And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'sV Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 313 - No, no, no, no ! Come, let's away to prison : 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 talk with them too,— Who loses and who wins...
Página 172 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love — Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say "It lightens.
Página 83 - With fairest flowers, 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-sweetened not thy breath...
Página 167 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Página 253 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Página 266 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory (on this side Idolatry) as much as any). He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature : had an excellent Phantsie ; brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Página 160 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Página 147 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 296 - Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows As false as dicers...