Tardarás un rato en morir (Spanish Edition)

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Instituto Sonorense de Cultura, Other Form Print version Caneyada, Imanol. View online Borrow Buy Freely available Show 0 more links Other links OverDrive at https: None of your libraries hold this item. BUT Quelle est la longueur de ce fleuve?. How long is this course? How long is the flight? Have you been here long? How long did you stay there? How long have you been here? Brit , how long is your vacation? The book took a long time to read; a long conversation; a long delay. The wire is two centimetres long; The television programme was just over an hour long. Will you be long? This happened long before you were born.

Have you been waiting long? The planks had to go into the lorry longways. As long as he's here I'll have more work to do. Come in and wait — he'll be here before long! We thought we would save money, but in the long run our spending was about the same as usual. This cinema is no longer used. He longed to go home; I am longing for a drink. She looked at the cakes with longing.

She looked longingly at the chocolate. References in classic literature? Her hand rested lightly on his arm, and they were promenading on to find seats, when Charley Long , evidently just arrived, thrust his way in front of them. It was only after a long search that Passepartout discovered a native dealer in old clothes, to whom he applied for an exchange. One day a party accompanied Captain Fitz Roy on a long walk round the head of the harbour.

We're at Thwaite Station and we've got a long drive before us. DOWN in the deep blue sea lived Ripple, a happy little Water-Spirit; all day long she danced beneath the coral arches, made garlands of bright ocean flowers, or floated on the great waves that sparkled in the sunlight; but the pastime that she loved best was lying in the many-colored shells upon the shore, listening to the low, murmuring music the waves had taught them long ago; and here for hours the little Spirit lay watching the sea and sky, while singing gayly to herself.

All through the remainder of the long night Ninaka pondered the question deeply. South of the Adour the jagged line of mountains which fringe the sky-line send out long granite claws, running down into the lowlands and dividing them into "gaves" or stretches of valley. Though, consumed with the hot fire of his purpose, Ahab in all his thoughts and actions ever had in view the ultimate capture of Moby Dick; though he seemed ready to sacrifice all mortal interests to that one passion; nevertheless it may have been that he was by nature and long habituation far too wedded to a fiery whaleman's ways, altogether to abandon the collateral prosecution of the voyage.

But here the country seemed wilder than ever, and after a long and tiresome walk through the underbrush they entered another forest, where the trees were bigger and older than any they had ever seen. That spring, Jesse had bought part of a long strip of black swamp land that lay in the valley of Wine Creek.

Others contended that the stigma had not been produced until a long time subsequent, when old Roger Chillingworth, being a potent necromancer, had caused it to appear, through the agency of magic and poisonous drugs. I WAS so pleased at having given the slip to Long John that I began to enjoy myself and look around me with some interest on the strange land that I was in. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him; Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he slew: The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms; All the whole army stood agaz'd on him.

His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit A Talbot! Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up, If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward. He, being in the vaward, plac'd behind With purpose to relieve and follow them, Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Hence grew the general wreck and massacre; Enclosed were they with their enemies: A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace, Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back; Whom all France with their chief assembled strength Durst not presume to look once in the face. Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.

His ransom there is none but I shall pay: I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne: His crown shall be the ransom of my friend; Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours. Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, Whose bloody deeds shall make an Europe quake. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; The English army is grown weak and faint: The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply, And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, Since they, so few, watch such a multitude. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

I do remember it, and here take my leave To go about my preparation. I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can, To view the artillery and munition; And then I will proclaim young Henry king. To Eltham will I, where the young King is, Being ordain'd his special governor; And for his safety there I'll best devise. Each hath his place and function to attend: I am left out; for me nothing remains. But long I will not be Jack out of office: The King from Eltham I intend to steal, And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.

Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens So in the earth, to this day is not known: Late did he shine upon the English side; Now we are victors; upon us he smiles. What towns of any moment but we have? At pleasure here we lie near Orleans; Spanish artillery: They want their porridge and their fat bull beeves Either they must be dieted like mules, And have their provender tied to their mouths, Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. Let's raise the siege: Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear: Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury; And he may well in fretting spend his gall, Nor men nor money hath he to make war.

Now for the honour of the forlorn French! Him I forgive my death that killeth me When he sees me go back one foot or flee.

Veronika Decide Morir (Spanish Edition)

Who ever saw the like? I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midst my enemies. Salisbury is a desperate homicide; He fighteth as one weary of his life. The other lords, like lions wanting food, Do rush upon us as their hungry prey. Froissart, a countryman of ours, records, England all Olivers and Rowlands bred During the time Edward the Third did reign. More truly now may this be verified; For none but Samsons and Goliases It sendeth forth to skirmish. Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves, And hunger will enforce them to be more eager: Of old I know them; rather with their teeth The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.

I think by some odd gimmors or device Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike on; Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. By my consent, we'll even let them alone. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd: Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand: The spirit of deep prophecy she hath, Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: What's past and what's to come she can descry.

Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words, For they are certain and unfallible.

Go, call her in. By this means shall we sound what skill she hath. Fair maid, is 't thou wilt do these wondrous feats? Reignier is 't thou that thinkest to beguile me? Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind; I know thee well, though never seen before. Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me. In private will I talk with thee apart. Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter, My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.

Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks, God's mother deigned to appear to me, And in a vision full of majesty Will'd me to leave my base vocation, And free my country from calamity: Her aid she promised and assured success: In complete glory she reveal'd herself; And, whereas I was black and swart before, With those clear rays which she infused on me That beauty am I bless'd with which you may see. Ask me what question thou canst possible, And I will answer unpremeditated: My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st, And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.

Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate, If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms; Only this proof I 'll of thy valour make, In single combat thou shalt buckle with me, And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true; Otherwise I renounce all confidence. Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman. And while I live, I 'll ne'er fly from a man.

Here they fight, and Joan La Pucelle overcomes. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon, And fightest with the sword of Deborah. Christ's Mother helps me, else I were too weak. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me: Impatiently I burn with thy desire; My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued. Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so, Let me thy servant and not sovereign be: I must not yield to any rites of love, For my profession's sacred from above: When I have chased all thy foes from hence, Then will I think upon a recompense.

Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean? He may mean more than we poor men do know: These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues. My lord, where are you? Shall we give over Orleans, or no? Why, no, I say; distrustful recreants! Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard. What she says I'll confirm: Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. This night the siege assuredly I 'll raise: Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days, Since I have entered into these wars.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought. With Henry's death the English circle ends; Dispersed are the glories it included. Now am I like that proud insulting ship Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? Thou with an eagle art inspired then. Helen, the mother of great Constantine, Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege. Woman, do what thou canst to save our honors; Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.

Presently we 'll try: No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. I am come to survey the Tower this day: Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. Where be these warders that they wait not here? Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls. It is the noble Duke of Gloucester. Villains, answer you so the lord protector? We do no otherwise than we are will'd. There's none protector of the realm but I. Break up the gates, I 'll be your warrantize: Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? What noise is this? Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?

Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter. Have patience, noble duke; I may not open; The Cardinal of Winchester forbids: From him I have express commandment That thou nor none of thine shall be let in. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore me? Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?

Thou art no friend to God or to the King. Open the gates, or I 'll shut thee out shortly. Open the gates unto the lord protector, Or we 'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly. How now, ambitious Humphry! Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out? I do, thou most usurping proditor, And not protector, of the king or realm. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator, Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord; Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin: I 'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a foot: This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. I will not slay thee, but I 'll drive thee back: Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth I 'll use to carry thee out of this place. Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face. William Shakespeare 21 Draw, men, for all this privileged place; Blue coats to tawny coats.

Priest, beware your beard; I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly: Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat: In spite of pope or dignities of church, Here by the cheeks I 'll drag thee up and down. Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope. Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay? Thee I 'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.

King Henry VI, Part I (Webster's Spanish Thesaurus Edition)

Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's men, and enter in the hurlyburly the Mayor of London and his Officers. Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens, One that still motions war and never peace, O'ercharging your free purses with large fines, That seeks to overthrow religion, Because he is protector of the realm, And would have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself king and suppress the prince.

I will not answer thee with words, but blows. Here they skirmish again. Nought rests for me in this tumultuous strife But to make open proclamation: Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst: All manner of men assembled here in arms this day against God's peace and the king's, we charge and command you, in his highness' name, to repair to your several dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death.

Cardinal, I 'll be no breaker of the law; But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure; Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. I 'll call for clubs, if you will not away. This Cardinal's more haughty than the devil. Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head; For I intend to have it ere long. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!

I myself fight not once in forty year. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged, And how the English have the suburbs won. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me: Chief master-gunner am I of this town; Something I must do to procure me grace. The prince's espials have informed me How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd, Wont through a secret grate of iron bars In yonder tower to overpeer the city, And thence discover how with most advantage They may vex us with shot or with assault. To intercept this inconvenience, A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed; And even these three days have I watch'd, If I could see them.

If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; And thou shalt find me at the governor's. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! How wert thou handled being prisoner? Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd? Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.

But with a baser man of arms by far Once in contempt they would have barter'd me: Which I disdaining scorn'd, and craved death Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd. In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd. In open market-place produced they me, To be a public spectacle to all: Here, said they, is the terror of the French, The scarecrow that affrights our children so.

Then broke I from the officers that led me, And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground To hurl at the beholders of my shame; My grisly countenance made others fly; None durst come near for fear of sudden death. In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread That they supposed I could rend bars of steel, And spurn in pieces posts of adamant: Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had, That walk'd about me every minute while; And if I did but stir out of my bed, Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. I grieve to hear what torments you endured, But we will be revenged sufficiently.

Now it is supper-time in Orleans: Here, through this grate, I count each one, And view the Frenchmen how they fortify: Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee. I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us? How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?

One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars; Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands! Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it, Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?

Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort, Thou shalt not die whiles-He beckons with his hand and smiles on me, As who should say 'When I am dead and gone, Remember to avenge me on the French. Whence cometh this alarum and the noise? My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head: The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, A holy prophetess new risen up, Is come with a great power to raise the siege. Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!

It irks his heart he cannot be revenged. Frenchmen, I 'll be a Salisbury to you: Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish, Your hearts I 'll stamp out with my horse's heels, And make a quagmire of your mingled brains. Convey me Salisbury into his tent, And then we 'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare. Where is my strength, my valor, and my force?

Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them: A woman clad in armour chaseth them. I 'll have a bout with thee; Devil or devil's dam, I 'll conjure thee: Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch, And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? My breast I 'll burst with straining of my courage, And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come: I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men; Spanish bout: This day is ours, as many more shall be. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do; A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists. So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench Are from their hives and houses driven away.

They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs; Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf, Or horse or oxen from the leopard, As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. You all consented unto Salisbury's death, For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. Pucelle is ent'red into Orleans, In spite of us or aught that we could do. O, would I were to die with Salisbury!

The shame hereof will make me hide my head. Advance our waving colours on the walls; Rescued is Orleans from the English: Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter, How shall I honour thee for this success? Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.

France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess! Recover'd is the town of Orleans. More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires And feast and banquet in the open streets, To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. William Shakespeare In memory of her when she is dead, Her ashes, in an urn more precious Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius, Transported shall be at high festivals Before the kings and queens of France.

Come in, and let us banquet royally After this golden day of victory. Sirs, take your places and be vigilant: If any noise or soldier you perceive Near to the walls, by some apparent sign Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, Spanish apparent: William Shakespeare 33 By whose approach the regions of Artois, Wallon and Picardy are friends to us, This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, Having all day caroused and banqueted: Embrace we then this opportunity, As fitting best to quittance their deceit Contriv'd by art and baleful sorcery.

Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame, Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, To join with witches and the help of hell! Traitors have never other company. But what 's that Pucelle whom they term so pure? A maid, they say. Pray God she prove not masculine ere long, If underneath the standard of the French She carry armour as she hath begun. Well, let them practice and converse with spirits: God is our fortress, in whose conquering name Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.

Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. I 'll to yond corner. And I to this. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right Of English Henry, shall this night appear How much in duty I am bound to both. How now, my lords! Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous or desperate than this.

I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.

If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favor him. I marvel how he sped. Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, Make us partakers of a little gain, That now our loss might be ten times so much? Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?

At all times will you have my power alike? Sleeping or waking must I still prevail, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? Duke of Alencon, this was your default, That, being captain of the watch to-night, Did look no better to that weighty charge. Had all your quarters been as safely kept As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus shamefully surprised.

And so was mine, my lord. And, for myself, most part of all this night, Within her quarter and mine own precinct I was employ'd in passing to and fro, About relieving of the sentinels: Then how or which way should they first break in? Question, my lords, no further of the case, How or which way: And now there rests no other shift but this; To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed, And lay new platforms to endamage them. I 'll be so bold to take what they have left. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many spoils, Using no other weapon but his name.

The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury, And here advance it in the market-place, The middle centre of this cursed town. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; For every drop of blood was drawn from him There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.

And that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, Within their chiefest temple I 'll erect A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd; Upon the which, that every one may read, Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans, The treacherous manner of his mournful death And what a terror he had been to France. But, lords, in all our bloody massacre, I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace, His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc, Nor any of his false confederates.

Myself, as far as I could well discern For smoke and dusky vapors of the night, Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull, When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves That could not live asunder day or night. After that things are set in order here, We'll follow them with all the power we have. All hail, my lords! Which of this princely train Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts So much applauded through the realm of France? Here is the Talbot: The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne, With modesty admiring thy renown, By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe To visit her poor castle where she lies, That she may boast she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the world with loud report.

Is it even so? Nay, then I see our wars Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, When ladies crave to be encount'red with. You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

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Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men Spanish admiring: William Shakespeare 39 Could not prevail with all their oratory, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled: And therefore tell her I return great thanks, And in submission will attend on her. Will not your honors bear me company? No, truly; it is more than manners will: And I have heard it said, unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Well then, alone, since there 's no remedy, I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.

Porter, remember what I gave in charge; And when you have done so, bring the keys to me. The plot is laid: Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight, And his achievements of no less account: Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, To give their censure of these rare reports. Madam, According as your ladyship desired, By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.

And he is welcome. Is this the scourge of France? Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad That with his name the mothers still their babes? I see report is fabulous and false: I thought I should have seen some Hercules, A second Hector, for his grim aspect, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.

Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf! It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp Should strike such terror to his enemies. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you; But since your ladyship is not at leisure, I 'll sort some other time to visit you. What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes. Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, I go to certify her Talbot's here.

If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. To me, blood-thirsty lord; And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, For in my gallery thy picture hangs: But now the substance shall endure the like, And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, That hast by tyranny these many years Wasted our country, slain our citizens, And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

Thy mirth shall turn to moan. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond Spanish abrupt: Why, art not thou the man? Then have I substance too. No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here; For what you see is but the smallest part And least proportion of humanity: I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, Your roof were not sufficient to contain 't.

This is a riddling merchant for the nonce; He will be here, and yet he is not here: How can these contrarieties agree? That will I show you presently. These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, Razeth your cities and subverts your towns, And in a moment makes them desolate. I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited, And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; For I am sorry that with reverence I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake The outward composition of his body.

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