Tales from Shakespeare: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, Volume 2Bradford and Inskeep, 1813 |
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Página 35
... sweet and courteous words , till at length , hearing her father coming , he said ( intending to make as quick a wooing as possible ) ' Sweet Katherine , let us set this idle chat aside , for your father has consented that you shall be ...
... sweet and courteous words , till at length , hearing her father coming , he said ( intending to make as quick a wooing as possible ) ' Sweet Katherine , let us set this idle chat aside , for your father has consented that you shall be ...
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... sweet Kate ? Here , love , you see how diligent I am , I have dressed your meat myself . I am sure this kindness merits thanks . What , not a word ? Nay then you love not the meat , and all the pains have taken is to no purpose . ' He ...
... sweet Kate ? Here , love , you see how diligent I am , I have dressed your meat myself . I am sure this kindness merits thanks . What , not a word ? Nay then you love not the meat , and all the pains have taken is to no purpose . ' He ...
Página 46
... , once more good day to you ! ' and said to his wife , Sweet Kate , em- .C brace her for her beauty's sake . ' The now completely vanquished Katherine quickly adopted her husband's opinion , and 46 The Taming of the Shrew .
... , once more good day to you ! ' and said to his wife , Sweet Kate , em- .C brace her for her beauty's sake . ' The now completely vanquished Katherine quickly adopted her husband's opinion , and 46 The Taming of the Shrew .
Página 47
... sweet : whither are you going , and where is your dwelling ? Happy are the parents of so fair a child . ' Why , how now , Kate , ' said Petruchio ; I hope you are not mad . This is a man , old and wrinkled , faded and withered , and not ...
... sweet : whither are you going , and where is your dwelling ? Happy are the parents of so fair a child . ' Why , how now , Kate , ' said Petruchio ; I hope you are not mad . This is a man , old and wrinkled , faded and withered , and not ...
Página 51
... sweet and happy . ' Katherine's father , overjoyed to see this reformation in his daughter , said , ' Now , fair befall thee , son Petruchio ! you have won the wager , and I will add another twenty thousand crowns to her dowry , as if ...
... sweet and happy . ' Katherine's father , overjoyed to see this reformation in his daughter , said , ' Now , fair befall thee , son Petruchio ! you have won the wager , and I will add another twenty thousand crowns to her dowry , as if ...
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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.