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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... means , Travelling some journey , to repose him here . How now ! who is it ? Serv . Re - enter Servingman . An't please your honour , players 75 That offer service to your lordship . Lord . Bid them come near . Enter Players . Now ...
... means , Travelling some journey , to repose him here . How now ! who is it ? Serv . Re - enter Servingman . An't please your honour , players 75 That offer service to your lordship . Lord . Bid them come near . Enter Players . Now ...
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... mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . 60 Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall never need to fear : 38. you find ] om . F4 . serves you ] serves Anon . conj . 41. Gramercies ] Gramercy Hanmer . 42 ...
... mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . 60 Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall never need to fear : 38. you find ] om . F4 . serves you ] serves Anon . conj . 41. Gramercies ] Gramercy Hanmer . 42 ...
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... means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she 110 delights , I will wish him to her father . Hor . So will I , Signior Gremio : but a word , I pray . Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle , know now , upon ...
... means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she 110 delights , I will wish him to her father . Hor . So will I , Signior Gremio : but a word , I pray . Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle , know now , upon ...
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... mean Capell . 201. ' Tis ] It is Hanmer , ending lines 200-205 at man ... so ... take ... comes first ... need . 202 . take ] and here take Hanmer . colour'd ] F3 F4 . Conlord F , Q. Coulord F2 . om . Hanmer . 205. So ] And so , sir ...
... mean Capell . 201. ' Tis ] It is Hanmer , ending lines 200-205 at man ... so ... take ... comes first ... need . 202 . take ] and here take Hanmer . colour'd ] F3 F4 . Conlord F , Q. Coulord F2 . om . Hanmer . 205. So ] And so , sir ...
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... mean ? Tra . Even he , Biondello . Gre . Hark you , sir ; you mean not her to- 210 215 Tra . Perhaps , him and her , sir : what have you to do ? 220 Pet . Not her that chides , sir , at any hand , I pray . Tra . I love no chiders , sir ...
... mean ? Tra . Even he , Biondello . Gre . Hark you , sir ; you mean not her to- 210 215 Tra . Perhaps , him and her , sir : what have you to do ? 220 Pet . Not her that chides , sir , at any hand , I pray . Tra . I love no chiders , sir ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Anon Baptista Becket conj better Bianca Bion Biondello Bohemia Cambridge Camillo Capell conj cloth College Collier Collier Count Crown 8vo daughter Duke Dyce Enter Exeunt Exit F₁ F₂ father Fcap fellow Ff Q Folio fool Gent gentleman Grant White Gremio Hanmer hast hath Heath conj Hermione honour Hortensio Illyria is't 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.