Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer night's dreamT. Cadell, 1833 |
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... hath severed us , And brought us thus together ? FER . Sir , she's mortal ; But , by immortal providence , she's mine . PROS . My Ariel ; -chick . Then to the elements Be free , and fare thee well . CAL . O Setebos ! these be brave ...
... hath severed us , And brought us thus together ? FER . Sir , she's mortal ; But , by immortal providence , she's mine . PROS . My Ariel ; -chick . Then to the elements Be free , and fare thee well . CAL . O Setebos ! these be brave ...
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... hath profan'd the ring , Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong . " IX . ACT IV . S. 4 . " SIL . SILVIA escaping with EGLAMOUR . Go on , good Eglamour ! Out at the postern by the abbey wall ; I fear I am attended by some spies ...
... hath profan'd the ring , Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong . " IX . ACT IV . S. 4 . " SIL . SILVIA escaping with EGLAMOUR . Go on , good Eglamour ! Out at the postern by the abbey wall ; I fear I am attended by some spies ...
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... hath brought it hither . PRO . HOW ! Julia ! " ACT V. S. 4 . XII . Outlaws bring in the Duke and THURIO . " THUR . Yonder is Silvia , and Silvia's mine . VAL . Thurio give back , or else embrace thy death ; Come not within the measure ...
... hath brought it hither . PRO . HOW ! Julia ! " ACT V. S. 4 . XII . Outlaws bring in the Duke and THURIO . " THUR . Yonder is Silvia , and Silvia's mine . VAL . Thurio give back , or else embrace thy death ; Come not within the measure ...
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... hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling . " The only other interpretation to be put upon it is " rich ; ” as , in answer to MARIA's question , " What's that to the purpose ? " SIR TOBY answers , 66 Why , he ...
... hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling . " The only other interpretation to be put upon it is " rich ; ” as , in answer to MARIA's question , " What's that to the purpose ? " SIR TOBY answers , 66 Why , he ...
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... Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her so ; Must she not then be answer'd ? ORS . Between that love a woman can bear me , And that I owe Olivia . V10 . Make no compare Ay ...
... Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her so ; Must she not then be answer'd ? ORS . Between that love a woman can bear me , And that I owe Olivia . V10 . Make no compare Ay ...
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
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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.