Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer night's dreamT. Cadell, 1833 |
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... , under the name of Cesario . 5. Orsino sending Viola to Olivia . 6. The interview between Viola and Olivia . 7. The Revel . - Sir Toby Belch , Sir LIST OF PLATES . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL.
... , under the name of Cesario . 5. Orsino sending Viola to Olivia . 6. The interview between Viola and Olivia . 7. The Revel . - Sir Toby Belch , Sir LIST OF PLATES . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA TWELFTH NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL.
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... CESARIO . I'll serve this duke ; ❝ VIO . Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him , It may be worth thy pains ; for I can sing , And speak to him in many sorts of music , That will allow me very worth his service . What else may hap ...
... CESARIO . I'll serve this duke ; ❝ VIO . Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him , It may be worth thy pains ; for I can sing , And speak to him in many sorts of music , That will allow me very worth his service . What else may hap ...
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" ORS . V. ORSINO sending VIOLA to OLIVIA . Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret soul : Therefore , good youth , address thy gait unto her ; Be not denied access , stand at her ...
" ORS . V. ORSINO sending VIOLA to OLIVIA . Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret soul : Therefore , good youth , address thy gait unto her ; Be not denied access , stand at her ...
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... Cesario , Get thee to yon ' same sovereign cruelty . VIO . But , if she cannot love you , sir ? ORS . I cannot be so answer'd . VIO . ' Sooth , but you must . Say , that some lady , as , perhaps , there is , Hath for your love as great ...
... Cesario , Get thee to yon ' same sovereign cruelty . VIO . But , if she cannot love you , sir ? ORS . I cannot be so answer'd . VIO . ' Sooth , but you must . Say , that some lady , as , perhaps , there is , Hath for your love as great ...
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... Cesario , by the roses of the spring , By maidhood , honour , truth , and every thing , I love thee so , that , maugre all thy pride , Nor wit , nor reason , can my passion hide . " 66 ACT III . S. 1 . What shall you ask of me , that I ...
... Cesario , by the roses of the spring , By maidhood , honour , truth , and every thing , I love thee so , that , maugre all thy pride , Nor wit , nor reason , can my passion hide . " 66 ACT III . S. 1 . What shall you ask of me , that I ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
1ST WATCH ACT I. S. Angelo ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN arbour ARIEL art thou BEAT Beatrice Borachio Borachio's confession brother Cadell Strand CALIBAN Cesario CLAUD Clown daughter Demetrius disguised DOGB Don John Don Pedro dost Duke EGEUS escape with EGLAMOUR eyes FABIAN fair Hero Ferdinand FRANK HOWARD give hath Helena HERMIA Hermia's flight honour husband ISAB Isabella Julia KING ladyship LAUNCE LEON Leonato letter and ring London Published lord LUCIO Lysander madam Malvolio MARIA Mariana marry Midsummer Nights dream Milan MIRANDA monsieur Nymphs OBERON and TITANIA Olivia ORSINO sending VIOLA Pedro and Claudio PLATES play pray PROS PROSPERO Proteus Provost PUCK purse QUINCE Ragozine receive VIOLA ring to SILVIA saving of VIOLA Signior Benedick sing Sir Andrew Aguecheek SIR TOBY BELCH SPEED spirit STEPHANO SYCORAX taking leave tell thee THESEUS thine Thisby Thurio Trinculo Twelfth Night Valentine villain الله
Passagens conhecidas
Página 17 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 61 - 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.
Página 61 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Página 13 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the top-mast. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not.
Página 61 - Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. » Duke. And what's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Página 13 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.