The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1G. Routledge, 1883 - 832 páginas |
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... sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb , each pinch more ...
... sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb , each pinch more ...
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... sure it waits upon Some god of the island . Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wrack , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd ...
... sure it waits upon Some god of the island . Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wrack , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd ...
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... sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honour , sir , I heard a humming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me : I shak'd you , sir , and cried ; as mine eyes open'd ...
... sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honour , sir , I heard a humming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me : I shak'd you , sir , and cried ; as mine eyes open'd ...
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... sure I think she holds them prisoners still . Sil . Nay , then he should be blind ; and , being blind , How could he see his way to seek out you ? Val . Why , lady , love hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an ...
... sure I think she holds them prisoners still . Sil . Nay , then he should be blind ; and , being blind , How could he see his way to seek out you ? Val . Why , lady , love hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an ...
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... sure , the match Were rich and honourable ; besides , the gentleman Is full of virtue , bounty , worth , and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? Duke . No , trust me ; she is ...
... sure , the match Were rich and honourable ; besides , the gentleman Is full of virtue , bounty , worth , and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? Duke . No , trust me ; she is ...
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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
Passagens conhecidas
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...