Tales from Shakespeare: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Volume 2Bradford and Inskeep, 1813 |
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Página 23
... which Helena made them , giving them a purse of money in earnest of her future favour . In the course of that day Helena caused information to be sent to Bertram , that she was dead , hoping that All's Well that Ends Well . 23.
... which Helena made them , giving them a purse of money in earnest of her future favour . In the course of that day Helena caused information to be sent to Bertram , that she was dead , hoping that All's Well that Ends Well . 23.
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... caused by the first sight either of beauty or of plainness ; and of her understanding it was impossible he should judge , because she felt such reverence , mixed with her love for him , that she was always silent in his presence ; but ...
... caused by the first sight either of beauty or of plainness ; and of her understanding it was impossible he should judge , because she felt such reverence , mixed with her love for him , that she was always silent in his presence ; but ...
Página 54
... , and the duke , before he pronounced the sentence of death upon him , desired him to relate the history of his life , and to tell for what cause he had ventured to come to the city of Ephesus , which it was death for The Comedy of Errors.
... , and the duke , before he pronounced the sentence of death upon him , desired him to relate the history of his life , and to tell for what cause he had ventured to come to the city of Ephesus , which it was death for The Comedy of Errors.
Página 76
... cause of this sudden , distemper of your hus band's ? ' Has he lost his wealth at sea ? Or is it the death of some dear friend that has disturbed his mind ? ' Adriana replied , that no such things as these had been the cause . ' Perhaps ...
... cause of this sudden , distemper of your hus band's ? ' Has he lost his wealth at sea ? Or is it the death of some dear friend that has disturbed his mind ? ' Adriana replied , that no such things as these had been the cause . ' Perhaps ...
Página 101
... - nour in this honourable lady ( though the true cause was the loss of her dowry ) left her in her tears , and dried not one of them VOL . II . K with his comfort . His unjust unkindness , that in Measure for Measure . 101.
... - nour in this honourable lady ( though the true cause was the loss of her dowry ) left her in her tears , and dried not one of them VOL . II . K with his comfort . His unjust unkindness , that in Measure for Measure . 101.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abbess Adriana Ægeon Angelo Antipholis of Syracuse bade beauty begged Bertram brother brought called Cassio Cerimon Cesario Claudio Cleon count Paris countess daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diana Dionysia Dromio duke Ephesus fair father fear feast friar gave gentle gentleman give grief Hamlet hear heard heart Heaven Helena Hellicanus honour husband Iago Illyria Isabel Juliet Katherine king knew lady Laertes Leoline living look lord Capulet lord Timon Lychorida Lysimachus maid Mantua Marina marriage married Mercutio Michael Cassio mind mistress mother Mountague murder Narbon never night noble old lord Olivia Orsino Othello pardon Paris passion Pericles Petruchio poor prince prince of Tyre prison queen replied rich ring Romeo Rossilion Sebastian seemed sent servant ship sister speak strange sweet tell Thaisa Tharsus ther ther's thing thought told Tybalt Tyre Verona Viola weep wife wished words young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 96 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Página 277 - A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining || lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells...
Página 127 - ... 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 84 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Página 123 - twill endure wind and weather. Vio. '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 127 - 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...
Página 119 - 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 127 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 90 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Página 119 - And what is her history?" said Orsino. "A blank, my lord," replied Viola: "she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in 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.