Action is eloquence.
William ShakespeareWhen shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is
not that strange?
BEATRICE
As strange as the thing I know not. It were as
possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as
you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I
confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.
BENEDICK
By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
BEATRICE
Do not swear, and eat it.
BENEDICK
I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make
him eat it that says I love not you.
BEATRICE
Will you not eat your word?
BENEDICK
With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest
I love thee.
BEATRICE
Why, then, God forgive me!
BENEDICK
What offence, sweet Beatrice?
BEATRICE
You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to
protest I loved you.
BENEDICK
And do it with all thy heart.
BEATRICE
I love you with so much of my heart that none is
left to protest.
BENEDICK
Come, bid me do any thing for thee.
Mots clés love
No he podido dormir.¡Entre la ejecución de un acto terrible y su primer impulso, todo el intervalo es como una visión o como un horrible sueño! ¡El espíritu y las potencias corporales celebran entonces concejo, y el estado del hombre, semejante a un pequeño reino, sufre una verdadera insurrección!
William Shakespearethe hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.
William ShakespeareBut yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there.
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament--
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.
Mots clés mark-antony
Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.
William ShakespeareMots clés happiness power ambition class
Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.
William ShakespeareThere's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't
Mots clés love
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