- mé a ki té musyeu shèspiw a-zot la sa, on ? - JS, kréyol.
OTHER THAN THIS
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le texte complet d'une oeuvre au programme, par exemple A Midsummer Night's Dream et copie le tout sur son traitement de texte.
Puis, dans rechercher, il tape un mot important pour ses résonances thématiques (dream, money, friend,...) et récupère ainsi toutes ses occurrences.
Avec l'outil copier-coller il se crée ainsi un répertoire de citations.
Le tout est de choisir les bons mots, ceux qui conduisent aux citations intéressantes et, vous diront les candidats quadra.quinqua-jeunes, de pouvoir s'en rappeller à l'examen...
M. Jacques Ramel propose aussi une page sur les sites de concordances au texte d'A & C et montre aux candidats l'intérêt de ce genre de sites, leur permettant ainsi de s'initier à la syntaxe de la recherche...
My salad days,
|Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy
Bless her when she is riggish.
act 2, sc. 2, l. 243
I have not kept the square, but that to
Shall all be done by the rule.
act 2, sc. 3, l. 6
I' the east my pleasure lies.
act 2, sc. 3, l. 40
Give me some music-music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
act 2, sc. 5, l. 1
Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there--
My music playing far off--I will betray
Tawny-finned fishes; my bended hook shall pierce heir slimy jaws; and, as I draw them up,
I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha!' you're caught.
act 2, sc. 5, l. 10
I laughed him out of patience; and that night
I laughed him into patience: and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed.
act 2, sc. 5, l. 19
I will praise any man that will praise me.
act 2, sc. 6, l. 88
lepidus What manner o' thing is your
It is shaped, sir, like itself, and it is as broad as it hath breadth; it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own organs; it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once out of it, it
act 2, sc. 7, l. 47
Egypt, thou knew'st too well
My heart was to thy rudder tied by th' strings,
And thou shouldst tow me after.
act 3, sc. 9, l. 56
He wears the rose
Of youth upon him.
act 3, sc. 11, l. 20
Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneeled unto the buds.
act 3, sc. 11, l. 39
Yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord,
Does conquer him that did his master
And earns a place i' the story.
Antony and Cleopatra (1606 - 1607) act 3, sc. 11, l. 43
I found you as a morsel, cold upon
Dead Caesar's trencher.
Antony and Cleopatra (1606 - 1607) act 3, sc.11, l. 116
To let a fellow that will take rewards
And say 'God quit you!' be familiar with
My playfellow, your hand; this kingly seal
And plighter of high hearts.
act 3, sc.11, l. 123
Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;
Let's mock the midnight bell.
act 3, sc. 11, l. 182
Since my lord
Is Antony again, I will be Cleopatra.
act 3, sc. 11, l. 185
To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to 't with delight.
act 4, sc. 4, l. 20
O! my fortunes have
Corrupted honest men.
act 4, sc. 5, l. 16
cleopatra Lord of lords!
O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
antony My nightingale,
We have beat them to their beds.
act 4, sc. 8, l. 16
O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me.
act 4, sc. 9, l. 12
That spanieled me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar.
act 4, sc.10, l. 33
The soul and body rive not more in
Than greatness going off.
act 4, sc. 11, l. 5
Sometimes we see a cloud that's
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon 't, that nod unto the
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs;
They are black vesper's pageants.
act 4, sc. 12, l. 2
That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it
As water is in water.
act 4, sc. 12, l. 9
Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
And we must sleep.
act 4, sc. 12, l. 35
Lie down, and stray no further. Now all
Mars what it does; yea, very force
Itself with strength...
Stay for me:
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
And with our sprightly port make the
Dido and her Aeneas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours.
act 4, sc. 12, l. 47
I will be
A bridegroom in my death, and run into 't
As to a lover's bed.
act 4, sc.12, l. 99
All strange and terrible events are
But comforts we despise.
act 4, sc. 13, l. 3
Not Caesar's valour hath
But Antony's hath triumphed on itself.
So it should be, that none but
Should conquer Antony.
act 4, sc. 13, l. 14
|I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.
act 4, sc. 13, l. 18
The miserable change now at my end
Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
In feeding them with those my former fortunes
Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o'the world,
The noblest; and do now not basely die,
Not cowardly put off my helmet to
My countryman; a Roman by a Roman
act 4, sc. 13, l. 51
Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy absence is
No better than a sty? O! see my women,
The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!
O! withered is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fall'n; young boys and girls
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.
act 4, sc.13, l. 60
No more, but e'en a woman and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks
And does the meanest chares.
act 4, sc. 13, l. 73
What's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us.
act 4, sc. 13, l. 86
A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity; but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men.
act 5, sc. 1, l. 31
My desolation does begin to make
A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;
Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
A minister of her will; and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change,
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dug,
The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 1
His legs bestrid the ocean; his reared arm
Crested the world; his voice was
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn was
That grew the more by reaping; his
Were dolphin-like, they showed his backabove
The element they lived in; in his livery
Walked crowns and crownets, realms and islands were
As plates dropped from his pocket.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 82
He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
Be noble to myself.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 190
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark.
Antony and Cleopatra ( (1606 - 1607)) act 5, sc. 2, l. 192
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my
I' the posture of a whore.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 217
My resolution's placed, and I have nothing
Of woman in me; now from head to foot
I am marble-constant, now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 237
His biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom or never recover.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 246
A very honest woman, but something
given to lie.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 251
I wish you all joy of the worm.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 260
I know that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 274
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 282
Husband, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 289
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desired.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 296
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 299
If she first meet the curlèd Antony,
He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss
Which is my heaven to have. Come, thou mortal wretch,
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie; poor venomous fool,
Be angry, and dispatch. O! couldst thou speak,
That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass
charmian O eastern star!
cleopatra Peace! peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
That sucks the nurse asleep?
act 5, sc. 2, l. 303
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparalleled.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 317
She looks like sleep,
As she would catch a second Antony
In her strong toil of grace.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 347
She hath pursued conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 356
She shall be buried by her Antony:
No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous.
act 5, sc. 2, l. 359
Oil on canvas, 200 x 240 cm, Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna.
"A dream itself is but a shadow." - II, 2.
Painting by H. Coppings, courtesy of proportions.com
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