The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1G. Routledge, 1883 - 832 páginas |
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... look on . Pro . We cannot miss him : he does make our fire , Fetch in our wood , and serves in offices That profit us . Thou earth , thou ! speak . Cal . [ Within . ] [ Exit ARIEL . What ho slave ! Caliban ! There's wood enough within ...
... look on . Pro . We cannot miss him : he does make our fire , Fetch in our wood , and serves in offices That profit us . Thou earth , thou ! speak . Cal . [ Within . ] [ Exit ARIEL . What ho slave ! Caliban ! There's wood enough within ...
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... Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; By and by it will strike . Gon . Seb . Sir , - One - Tell . Gon . When ... looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in ' t . Ant . He misses not ...
... Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ; By and by it will strike . Gon . Seb . Sir , - One - Tell . Gon . When ... looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in ' t . Ant . He misses not ...
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... looks , Leave your crisp channels , and on this green land Answer your summons : Juno does command : Come , temperate nymphs , and help ... look , my son , in a mov'd sort [ Exeunt . Spirit , As if you were dismay'd 336 [ ACT IV . TEMPEST .
... looks , Leave your crisp channels , and on this green land Answer your summons : Juno does command : Come , temperate nymphs , and help ... look , my son , in a mov'd sort [ Exeunt . Spirit , As if you were dismay'd 336 [ ACT IV . TEMPEST .
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... look you , — Trin . Thou wert but a lost monster . Cal . Good my lord , give me thy favour still : Be patient , for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hoodwink this mischance : therefore speak softly , All's hush'd as midnight yet ...
... look you , — Trin . Thou wert but a lost monster . Cal . Good my lord , give me thy favour still : Be patient , for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hoodwink this mischance : therefore speak softly , All's hush'd as midnight yet ...
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... look , sir , look , sir ; here are more of us ! I prophesied if a gallows were on land , This fellow could not drown : now , blasphemy , That swear'st grace o'erboard , not an oath on shore ? Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the ...
... look , sir , look , sir ; here are more of us ! I prophesied if a gallows were on land , This fellow could not drown : now , blasphemy , That swear'st grace o'erboard , not an oath on shore ? Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Angelo art thou Bast Beat Benedick better Biron blood Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio Costard daughter dear death dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab John Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night pardon Pedro Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus Puck Re-enter Rosalind SCENE Shylock signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Tranio troth true unto villain What's wife woman word
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Página 643 - 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.
Página 427 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn ; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king. Myself and what is mine to you and yours Is now converted : but now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself ; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself Are yours, my lord. I give them with...
Página 770 - Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little prince. Arth. As little prince (having so great a title To be more prince) as may be. You are sad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks, nobody should be sad but I : Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness. By my Christendom...
Página 475 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind ! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly. Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then, heigh ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky...