William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 127 | Just Great DataBase

I'll show thee best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;I'llift fish for thee and get thee wood enough.A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!I'll bear him no sticks, but follow thee,Thou wondrous man.---Caliban(Act II, scene 2, lines 158-162)

porque a noite é noite, o dia é dia, e o tempo é tempo, seria perder sem proveito a noite, o dia e o tempo; por isso, visto que a concisão é a alma do espirito, emquanto que a prolixidade é só o corpo ou o involucro exterior, serei breve

proof At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds, Christian and heathen,—must be belee'd

Sneck up!

Igual que por pecar rogáis clemencia,libéreme también vuestra indulgencia. (Próspero)

Durere, gânduri, dragoste sau iad —Pe toate le-nveșmântă-n frumusețe.

someone steals my good reputation from me, then he really does make me truly poor, and steals something that doesn't even make him any richer.

All things in common nature should produceWithout sweat or endeavour. Treason, felony,Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,Of it own kind, all foison, all abundance,To feed my innocent people.

من الأفضل أن يخدع المرء كثيرا من أن يعلم الكثير عن خديعته○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○إن من يسرق ولا يفتقد ماسرق منه دعه يظل في جهله فحينئذ يكون كأنه لم يسرقعلى الإطلاق

No more dams I'll make for fish,Nor fetch in firingAt requiring,Nor scrape tethering, nor wash dishes.'Ban, 'Ban, Ca--CalibanHas a new master, get a new man.Freedom, high-day! High-day! freedom! Freedom,high-day, freedom!---Caliban(Act II, scene 2, lines 178-185)

Nein!

Sblood, but you will not hear me:— If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.

We are such stuff 173 As dreams are made on

This is some minx's token,

Riotous madness,To be entangled with those mouth-made vows,Which break themselves in swearing!

The rarer action is 35 In virtue than in vengeance. They

Пусть сахарный языкДурацкую облизывает пышностьИ клонится проворное коленоТам, где втираться прибыльно. Ты слышишь?Едва мой дух стал выбирать свободноИ различать людей, его избраньеОтметило тебя; ты человек,Который и в страданиях не страждетИ с равной благодарностью приемлетГнев и дары судьбы; благословен,Чьи кровь и разум так отрадно слиты,Что он не дудка в пальцах у Фортуны,На нем играющей. Будь человекНе раб страстей, — и я его замкнуВ средине сердца, в самом сердце сердца,Как и тебя.

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Though age from folly could not give me freedom,It does from childishness

Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist 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