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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... thee of thy birth , Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment And banish hence these abject lowly dreams . 30 Look how thy servants do attend on thee , Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have music ? hark ! Apollo ...
... thee of thy birth , Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment And banish hence these abject lowly dreams . 30 Look how thy servants do attend on thee , Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have music ? hark ! Apollo ...
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... thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook 40 45 And Cytherea all in sedges hid Which seem to move and wanton with her breath , 50 Even as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io as she was a maid And how she ...
... thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook 40 45 And Cytherea all in sedges hid Which seem to move and wanton with her breath , 50 Even as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io as she was a maid And how she ...
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... thee , good Bianca , For I will love thee ne'er the less , my girl . Kath . A pretty peat ! it is best Put finger in the eye , an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . 70 75 115 80 Sir , to your pleasure humbly I ...
... thee , good Bianca , For I will love thee ne'er the less , my girl . Kath . A pretty peat ! it is best Put finger in the eye , an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . 70 75 115 80 Sir , to your pleasure humbly I ...
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... thee ; take my colour'd hat and cloak : When Biondello comes , he waits on thee ; But I will charm him first to keep his tongue . Tra . So had you need . In brief , sir , sith it your pleasure is , And I am tied to be obedient ; For so ...
... thee ; take my colour'd hat and cloak : When Biondello comes , he waits on thee ; But I will charm him first to keep his tongue . Tra . So had you need . In brief , sir , sith it your pleasure is , And I am tied to be obedient ; For so ...
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... thee And wish thee to a shrewd ill - favour'd wife ? Thou'ldst thank me but a little for my counsel : And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich And very rich : but thou'rt too much my friend , And I'll not wish thee to her . 60 Pet ...
... thee And wish thee to a shrewd ill - favour'd wife ? Thou'ldst thank me but a little for my counsel : And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich And very rich : but thou'rt too much my friend , And I'll not wish thee to her . 60 Pet ...
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.