Chefs-d'œuvre de Shakespeare ..: Richard III, Roméo et Juliette et Le marchand de VeniseJ. B. Herman, 1837 |
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... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Fores ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire : That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth , And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you ...
... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Fores ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire : That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth , And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you ...
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... Macb . Ban . Combien dit - on qu'il y a d'ici à Forès ? Quelles sont ces créatures si flêtries et si bizarrement accoutrées qu'elles ne ressemblent point aux habitants de la terre , quoiqu'elles soient sur la terre ? Etes - vous en vie ...
... Macb . Ban . Combien dit - on qu'il y a d'ici à Forès ? Quelles sont ces créatures si flêtries et si bizarrement accoutrées qu'elles ne ressemblent point aux habitants de la terre , quoiqu'elles soient sur la terre ? Etes - vous en vie ...
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... Macb . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind .- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ; Or have we eaten of the insane root , That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb ...
... Macb . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind .- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ; Or have we eaten of the insane root , That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb ...
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... Macb . Ban . - ― Les choses dont nous parlons ont - elles eu lieu réel- lement , ou avons - nous mangé de cette racine de la folie qui enchaîne la raison . Macb . Vos enfants seront rois . Ban . Vous le serez vous - même . ―― Macb ...
... Macb . Ban . - ― Les choses dont nous parlons ont - elles eu lieu réel- lement , ou avons - nous mangé de cette racine de la folie qui enchaîne la raison . Macb . Vos enfants seront rois . Ban . Vous le serez vous - même . ―― Macb ...
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... Macb . Glamis , and thane of Cawdor : The greatest is behind . - Thanks for your pains.- Do you not hope your children shall be kings , When those , that gave the thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted ...
... Macb . Glamis , and thane of Cawdor : The greatest is behind . - Thanks for your pains.- Do you not hope your children shall be kings , When those , that gave the thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted ...
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Adieu Banquo bear beseech blood Brabantio call Cassio Cawdor Chypre ciel cœur dead dear death Desd Desdemona devil dost doth Duncan Emil ÉMILE DESCHAMPS EMILIA Enter entrent Exeunt Exit eyes father fear femme find friend give good good night great Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold homme honest Horatio i'the Iago j'ai keep King know Lady MACBETH Laertes leave life light look lord LOUISE COLET love Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madame made make Malcolm means monseigneur Moor my lord never night noble nuit Ophelie Othello play POLONIUS poor pray Prem Queen reine Roderigo Roméo ROSENCRANTZ Rosse SCENE seigneur Shakspeare show SIWARD sleep sorc soul speak sweet sword take thane There's thing think thou thought thrice time to-night true wife Witch words
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Page 328 - Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 518 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 550 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Page 362 - Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel. • Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or, like a whale ? Pol. Very like a whale.
Page 334 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 304 - tis true : 'tis true 'tis pity ; And pity 'tis 'tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him, then : and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause : Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Page 268 - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Page 308 - Pol. Do you know me, my lord? Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. Pol. Not I, my lord. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. Pol. Honest, my lord! Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Page 134 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
Page 314 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.