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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... lady mourns at his disease : 60 Persuade him that he hath been lunatic ; And when he says he is , say that he dreams , For he is nothing but a mighty lord . This do and do it kindly , gentle sirs : It will be pastime passing excellent ...
... lady mourns at his disease : 60 Persuade him that he hath been lunatic ; And when he says he is , say that he dreams , For he is nothing but a mighty lord . This do and do it kindly , gentle sirs : It will be pastime passing excellent ...
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... lady : That done , conduct him to the drunkard's chamber ; And call him ' madam , ' do him obeisance . Tell him from me , as he will win my love , He bear himself with honourable action , Such as he hath observed in noble ladies Unto ...
... lady : That done , conduct him to the drunkard's chamber ; And call him ' madam , ' do him obeisance . Tell him from me , as he will win my love , He bear himself with honourable action , Such as he hath observed in noble ladies Unto ...
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... lady mourn ! Sec . Serv . O , this is it that makes your servants droop ! 25 Lord . Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house , As beaten hence by your strange lunacy . O noble lord , bethink thee of thy birth , Call home thy ...
... lady mourn ! Sec . Serv . O , this is it that makes your servants droop ! 25 Lord . Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house , As beaten hence by your strange lunacy . O noble lord , bethink thee of thy birth , Call home thy ...
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... lady far more beautiful 60 Than any woman in this waning age . First Serv . And till the tears that she hath shed for thee Like envious floods o'er - run her lovely face , She was the fairest creature in the world ; Sly . Am I a lord ...
... lady far more beautiful 60 Than any woman in this waning age . First Serv . And till the tears that she hath shed for thee Like envious floods o'er - run her lovely face , She was the fairest creature in the world ; Sly . Am I a lord ...
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... lady hither to our sight ; And once again , a pot o ' the smallest ale . Sec . Serv . Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands ? O , how we joy to see your wit restored ! O , that once more you knew but what you are ! 75 These ...
... lady hither to our sight ; And once again , a pot o ' the smallest ale . Sec . Serv . Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands ? O , how we joy to see your wit restored ! O , that once more you knew but what you are ! 75 These ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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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.