Shakespeare in Tale and VerseMacmillan, 1901 - 445 páginas |
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Página 406
... Imogen , in order that he might be raised to the throne ; for since the princes had not been found , Imogen was Cymbeline's heir . The queen won Cymbeline's consent to her plan . Great was her dismay , then , when she discovered that ...
... Imogen , in order that he might be raised to the throne ; for since the princes had not been found , Imogen was Cymbeline's heir . The queen won Cymbeline's consent to her plan . Great was her dismay , then , when she discovered that ...
Página 405
... Imogen , remained to cheer her father's heart . One child Twenty years passed . Imogen had grown to be a beautiful young woman , whom everybody loved , for she was as good as she was beautiful . She had given her heart to Posthumus , a ...
... Imogen , remained to cheer her father's heart . One child Twenty years passed . Imogen had grown to be a beautiful young woman , whom everybody loved , for she was as good as she was beautiful . She had given her heart to Posthumus , a ...
Página 406
... Imogen , in order that he might be raised . to the throne ; for since the princes had not been found , Imogen was Cymbeline's heir . The queen won Cymbeline's consent to her plan . Great was her dismay , then , when she discovered that ...
... Imogen , in order that he might be raised . to the throne ; for since the princes had not been found , Imogen was Cymbeline's heir . The queen won Cymbeline's consent to her plan . Great was her dismay , then , when she discovered that ...
Página 407
... Imogen knew that this was a false pretence , and that the queen would use this meeting to excite her father to still worse anger . As the queen moved away , Imogen exclaimed : - Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle ...
... Imogen knew that this was a false pretence , and that the queen would use this meeting to excite her father to still worse anger . As the queen moved away , Imogen exclaimed : - Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle ...
Página 408
... Imogen , who pleaded : - Stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love , This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen ...
... Imogen , who pleaded : - Stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love , This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adriana Ægeon Antigonus Antipholus Antonio Ariel Banquo Baptista Bassanio beauty Brabantio brother called Camillo Capulet Cassio Claudius Cloten command Cordelia court CYMBELINE daughter dear death Desdemona dost doth Dromio duke Ephesus eyes fair fairy faith false father fear Friar Friar Laurence gentle give Gloster Goneril grace GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hence Hermione honor husband Iachimo Iago Imogen Juliet Kate Katherina king lady Laertes Lear Leontes live look lord lovers Macbeth Macduff marry master Miranda mistress murther Nerissa never night noble Oberon Olivia Orlando Othello Paulina Petruchio Pisanio pity Polixenes Polonius poor PORTIA Posthumus pray prince Prospero Proteus queen Regan replied Romeo Rosalind servant SHYLOCK Silvia sing sister sleep soul speak spirit sweet tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thurio Titania told Tybalt Valentine villain VIOLA wife words young youth
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Página 48 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Página 106 - Tarry a little ; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood ; The words expressly are ' a pound of flesh : ' Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh ; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.
Página 110 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Página 20 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Página 293 - Macbeth does murder sleep/ — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath. Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macbeth. Still it cried 'Sleep no more!
Página 372 - My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Página 123 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp, As friend remembered not.
Página 14 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known...
Página 16 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Página 291 - Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i