The Works of William Shakespeare: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. The comedy of errorsMacmillan, 1863 - 1075 páginas |
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... better dog . Lord . Thou art a fool : if Echo were as fleet , 25 I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well and look unto them all : To - morrow I intend to hunt again . First Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ...
... better dog . Lord . Thou art a fool : if Echo were as fleet , 25 I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well and look unto them all : To - morrow I intend to hunt again . First Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ...
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... better than a poor and loathsome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears , 98. A Player . ] Plai . F , F2 . Play . Q. Pla . F3 F4 . 1. P. Capell . 99. See note ( v ) . ΙΟΙ . And ... one ...
... better than a poor and loathsome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears , 98. A Player . ] Plai . F , F2 . Play . Q. Pla . F3 F4 . 1. P. Capell . 99. See note ( v ) . ΙΟΙ . And ... one ...
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... better for him : would I were so too ! Tra . So could I , faith , boy , to have the next wish after , That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter . But , sirrah , not for my sake , but your master's , I advise You use your ...
... better for him : would I were so too ! Tra . So could I , faith , boy , to have the next wish after , That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter . But , sirrah , not for my sake , but your master's , I advise You use your ...
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... better'd rather than decreased : Then tell me , if I get your daughter's love , What dowry shall I have with her to wife ? Bap . After my death the one half of my lands , And in possession twenty thousand crowns . Pet . And , for that ...
... better'd rather than decreased : Then tell me , if I get your daughter's love , What dowry shall I have with her to wife ? Bap . After my death the one half of my lands , And in possession twenty thousand crowns . Pet . And , for that ...
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... better yet . Bian . In time I may believe , yet I mistrust . Luc . Mistrust it not ; for , sure , Æacides 50 Was Ajax , call'd so from his grandfather . Bian . I must believe my master ; else , I promise you , I should be arguing still ...
... better yet . Bian . In time I may believe , yet I mistrust . Luc . Mistrust it not ; for , sure , Æacides 50 Was Ajax , call'd so from his grandfather . Bian . I must believe my master ; else , I promise you , I should be arguing still ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Anon Baptista Becket conj Bertram better Bianca Bion Biondello Bohemia Cambridge Camillo Capell conj cloth College Collier Collier Count Crown 8vo daughter Duke Dyce Enter Exeunt Exit F,F₂ F₁ F₂ father Fcap fellow Ff Q Folio fool Gent gentleman Grant White Gremio Hanmer hast hath Heath conj honour Hortensio Illyria Johnson conj Kate Kath Katharina King knave lady Leon lines in Ff lord Lucentio madam Malone conj Malvolio marry master mistress Olivia Padua Petruchio Pope pray prithee Rann Re-enter Rousillon Rowe Rowe ed SCENE Second Edition servant Shep Sicilia Signior Sir Toby sirrah speak sweet tell thee Theo Theobald conj there's thine thou art Tranio Trinity College University of Cambridge Walker conj Warburton wife ΙΟ
Passagens conhecidas
Página 377 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Página 376 - But nature makes that mean : so, over 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 112 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Página 250 - ... 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.
Página 180 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 252 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.