The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... thee , captain ; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I prithee ( and I'll pay thee bounteously ) ...
... thee , captain ; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I prithee ( and I'll pay thee bounteously ) ...
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... thou hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colours . Mar. Make ...
... thou hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colours . Mar. Make ...
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... Thou hast spoke for us , madonna , as if thy eldest son should be a fool , -whose skull Jove cram with brains ! for here he comes , one of thy kin , has a most weak pia mater . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk ...
... Thou hast spoke for us , madonna , as if thy eldest son should be a fool , -whose skull Jove cram with brains ! for here he comes , one of thy kin , has a most weak pia mater . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk ...
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... Thou hadst need send for more money . out . Sir And . If I cannot recover your niece , I am a foul way Sir To . Send for money , knight : if thou hast her not i ' the end , call me cut . Sir And . If I do not , never trust me , take it ...
... Thou hadst need send for more money . out . Sir And . If I cannot recover your niece , I am a foul way Sir To . Send for money , knight : if thou hast her not i ' the end , call me cut . Sir And . If I do not , never trust me , take it ...
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... thou set thy foot o ' my neck ? Sir And . Or o ' mine either ? Sir To . Shall I play my freedom at tray - trip , and become thy bond - slave ? Sir And . I ' faith , or I either ? Sir To . Why , thou hast put him in such a dream , that ...
... thou set thy foot o ' my neck ? Sir And . Or o ' mine either ? Sir To . Shall I play my freedom at tray - trip , and become thy bond - slave ? Sir And . I ' faith , or I either ? Sir To . Why , thou hast put him in such a dream , that ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
4tos art thou Bard Bardolph Bast blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke brother Camillo Collier's Corrector cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth Duke Duke of Hereford Eastcheap England Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear folio fool France friends Gaunt gentle gentleman give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven HENRY honour horse Host Illyria knight lady Leon Lettsom liege live look lord madam majesty Malvolio Master never noble Northumberland old copies peace Percy Pist Pistol Poin Pointz pray prince Prince of Wales prithee queen Re-enter reading Rich SCENE Shakespeare Shal shame Shep Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby soul speak stand swear sweet sword Sydney Walker tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue true unto wilt word
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Página 28 - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
Página 435 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 557 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Página 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 28 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.