The Works of William Shakespeare: The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. The winter's taleMacmillan, 1863 |
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... never heard a play , - You break into some merry passion And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , If you should smile he grows impatient . A Player . Fear not , my lord : we can contain ourselves , Were he the veriest antic in the ...
... never heard a play , - You break into some merry passion And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , If you should smile he grows impatient . A Player . Fear not , my lord : we can contain ourselves , Were he the veriest antic in the ...
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... never speak of all that time ? First Serv . O , yes , my lord , but very idle words : For though you lay here in this goodly chamber , Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door ; And rail upon the hostess of the house ; And say you ...
... never speak of all that time ? First Serv . O , yes , my lord , but very idle words : For though you lay here in this goodly chamber , Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door ; And rail upon the hostess of the house ; And say you ...
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... never need to fear : 38. you find ] om . F4 . serves you ] serves Anon . conj . 41. Gramercies ] Gramercy Hanmer . 42. thou wert ] now were Dyce ( Collier MS . ) . then were Delius conj . 47. ... Gremio ... ] ... Gremio a Pan- telowne ...
... never need to fear : 38. you find ] om . F4 . serves you ] serves Anon . conj . 41. Gramercies ] Gramercy Hanmer . 42. thou wert ] now were Dyce ( Collier MS . ) . then were Delius conj . 47. ... Gremio ... ] ... Gremio a Pan- telowne ...
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... never brooked parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair ... never ] never yet Pope . parle ] F , QF , parlee F3 F4 . I parly Capell . 122. any ] any a F C 120 mine to endure her ...
... never brooked parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair ... never ] never yet Pope . parle ] F , QF , parlee F3 F4 . I parly Capell . 122. any ] any a F C 120 mine to endure her ...
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... never thought it possible or likely ; But see , while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect of love in idleness : And now in plainness do confess to thee , That art to me as secret and as dear As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was ...
... never thought it possible or likely ; But see , while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect of love in idleness : And now in plainness do confess to thee , That art to me as secret and as dear As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was ...
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“The” Works of William Shakespeare: The taming of the shrew. All's well that ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1904 |
“The” Works of William Shakespeare: The taming of the shrew. All's well that ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1863 |
The Works of William Shakespeare: The taming of the shrew. All's well that ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1891 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Anon Autolycus Baptista Becket conj Bertram better Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Bohemia Camillo Capell conj Cleomenes Collier Collier Count daughter Duke Dyce Enter Exeunt Exit F₁ F₂ father Ff Q Folio fool Gent gentleman give Grant White Gremio Hanmer hast hath hear Heath conj heaven Hermione honour Hortensio Illyria is't Jackson conj Johnson conj Kate Kath Katharina King knave lady Leon lines in Ff lord Lucentio madam Malone conj Malvolio marry master mistress Olivia Padua Parolles Petruchio Pope pray prithee Rann Re-enter Rousillon Rowe Rowe ed SCENE SCENE II servant Shep Sicilia Signior Sir Toby sirrah speak sweet tell thee Theo Theobald conj there's thine thou art Tranio Vincentio Walker conj Warburton wife ΙΟ
Passagens conhecidas
Página 96 - 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, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.
Página 381 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Página 245 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love ? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me...
Página 372 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Página 182 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 252 - ... 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 139 - They say, miracles are past; and we -have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar things, supernatural and causeless. Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.