The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Volume 3 |
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... Mistress Accost , I defire better ac- quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , Sir . Sir And . Good Miftrefs Mary Accost , - * We should read volto . In English , put on your Caftilian countenance ; that is , your grave , folemn looks ...
... Mistress Accost , I defire better ac- quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , Sir . Sir And . Good Miftrefs Mary Accost , - * We should read volto . In English , put on your Caftilian countenance ; that is , your grave , folemn looks ...
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... Mistress Mall's picture ? why dost thou not go to church in a galliard , and come home in a coranto ? my very walk fhould be . a jig ! I would not fo much as make water , but in a fink - a - pace ! what ' doft thou mean ? is it a world ...
... Mistress Mall's picture ? why dost thou not go to church in a galliard , and come home in a coranto ? my very walk fhould be . a jig ! I would not fo much as make water , but in a fink - a - pace ! what ' doft thou mean ? is it a world ...
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... tell thee where that faying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good Mistress Mary ? Mar. In the wars , and that may you be bold to fay in your foolery . Clo . Well , God give them wisdom that have St. 6 . WHAT YOU WILL .
... tell thee where that faying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good Mistress Mary ? Mar. In the wars , and that may you be bold to fay in your foolery . Clo . Well , God give them wisdom that have St. 6 . WHAT YOU WILL .
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... mistress : I think I saw your wifdom there . Vio : Nay , an thou pass upon me , I'll no more with thee . Hold , there's expences for thee . Clo . Now Jove , in his next commodity of hair , fend thee a beard ! Vio . By my troth , I'll ...
... mistress : I think I saw your wifdom there . Vio : Nay , an thou pass upon me , I'll no more with thee . Hold , there's expences for thee . Clo . Now Jove , in his next commodity of hair , fend thee a beard ! Vio . By my troth , I'll ...
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... mistress be of it , fave I alone * . And fo adieu , good Madam ; never more Will I my mafter's tears to you deplore . Oli . Yet come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'ft move That heart which now abhors to like his love . SCENE IV ...
... mistress be of it , fave I alone * . And fo adieu , good Madam ; never more Will I my mafter's tears to you deplore . Oli . Yet come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'ft move That heart which now abhors to like his love . SCENE IV ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt Anne Antipholis Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Caius Cath Catharina Catharine defire devil doft thou doth Dromio Duke elfe Exeunt Exit Falſtaff father fent fervant feven fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak ftand fuch fure fweet gentleman Gremio hath hear heart Heav'n Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft Hortenfio houfe houſe humour huſband Illyria jeft Johnfon Kate knave knight Lady Lord Lucentio Madam Mafter Brook Malvolio Marry Miftrefs Miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua Petruchio Pift pleaſe pray prefent Quic reafon ſay SCENE Enter Shal Signior Sir Andrew Sir John Sir Toby Slen ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thou art thouſand Tranio wife woman worfe yourſelf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 29 - 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. Was not this love indeed? We...
Página 239 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Página 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.