The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Parte 37,Volume 2 |
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... sing . Come , more ; another stanza . Call you them stanzas ? Ami . What you will , monsieur Jaques . Jaq . Nay , I care not for their names ; they owe me nothing . Will you sing ? Ami . More at your request , than to please myself ...
... sing . Come , more ; another stanza . Call you them stanzas ? Ami . What you will , monsieur Jaques . Jaq . Nay , I care not for their names ; they owe me nothing . Will you sing ? Ami . More at your request , than to please myself ...
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... sing ; and you that will not , hold your tongues . Ami . Well , I'll end the song . Sirs , cover the while ; the Duke will drink under this tree . He hath been all this day to look you . Jaq . And I have been all this day to avoid him ...
... sing ; and you that will not , hold your tongues . Ami . Well , I'll end the song . Sirs , cover the while ; the Duke will drink under this tree . He hath been all this day to look you . Jaq . And I have been all this day to avoid him ...
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... sing . SONG . I. Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , ho ! sing , heigh , ho ! unto the green holly ...
... sing . SONG . I. Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , ho ! sing , heigh , ho ! unto the green holly ...
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... sing , heigh , ho ! & c . Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son As you have whisper'd faithfully you were ; And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Most truly limn'd and living in your face- Be truly welcome hither . I ...
... sing , heigh , ho ! & c . Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son As you have whisper'd faithfully you were ; And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Most truly limn'd and living in your face- Be truly welcome hither . I ...
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... sing my song without a burden : thou bring'st me out of tune . Ros . Do you not know I am a woman ? when I think , I must speak . Sweet , say on . Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES . Cel . You bring me out . - Soft ! comes he not here ? Ros ...
... sing my song without a burden : thou bring'st me out of tune . Ros . Do you not know I am a woman ? when I think , I must speak . Sweet , say on . Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES . Cel . You bring me out . - Soft ! comes he not here ? Ros ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Angelo Anne bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bohemia brother Caius Caliban Camillo Claud Claudio cousin daughter death Dogb dost doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fellow fool Friar gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart Heaven Herne the Hunter Hero hither honour Host husband Illyria Isab John King lady Leon Leonato look lord Lucio maid Malvolio marry Master Brook Master Constable Master Doctor Mira never night Orlando Pedro Pompey pr'ythee pray Prince Prov Provost Quick Re-enter Rosalind SCENE Shal shalt Shep shew Sicilia Signior sing Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Slen speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art thou hast to-morrow Trin troth true villain What's wife woman word
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Página 473 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 559 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had...
Página 574 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the...
Página 573 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst 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.
Página 531 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Página 530 - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Página 547 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man ! and his fins like arms ! Warm o...