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... song a ? CLAUD . In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on . BENE . I can see yet without spectacles , and I see no such matter : there's her cousin , an she were not possessed with a fury , exceeds her as much in ...
... song a ? CLAUD . In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on . BENE . I can see yet without spectacles , and I see no such matter : there's her cousin , an she were not possessed with a fury , exceeds her as much in ...
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... song again . BALTH . O good my lord , tax not so bad a voice To slander music any more than once . D. PEDRO . It is the witness still of excellency , To put a strange face on his own perfection : - 1 I pray thee , sing , and let me woo ...
... song again . BALTH . O good my lord , tax not so bad a voice To slander music any more than once . D. PEDRO . It is the witness still of excellency , To put a strange face on his own perfection : - 1 I pray thee , sing , and let me woo ...
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... song . BALTH . And an ill singer , my lord . D. PEDRO . Ha ? no ; no , faith ; thou singest well enough for a shift . BENE . [ Aside . ] An he had been a dog that should have howled thus , they would have hanged him : and , I pray God ...
... song . BALTH . And an ill singer , my lord . D. PEDRO . Ha ? no ; no , faith ; thou singest well enough for a shift . BENE . [ Aside . ] An he had been a dog that should have howled thus , they would have hanged him : and , I pray God ...
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... SONG . " Pardon , Goddess of the night , Those that slew thy virgin knight ; For the which , with songs of woe , Round about her tomb they go . Midnight , assist our moan ; Help us to sigh and groan , Heavily , heavily : Graves , yawn ...
... SONG . " Pardon , Goddess of the night , Those that slew thy virgin knight ; For the which , with songs of woe , Round about her tomb they go . Midnight , assist our moan ; Help us to sigh and groan , Heavily , heavily : Graves , yawn ...
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... song : - " Still to be neat , still to be drest , Still to be perfum'd as for a feast , " & c . 10 SCENE I.- " That I had my good wit out of the Hundred Merry Tales . " THE " good wit " of Beatrice consisted in sharp sayings and quaint ...
... song : - " Still to be neat , still to be drest , Still to be perfum'd as for a feast , " & c . 10 SCENE I.- " That I had my good wit out of the Hundred Merry Tales . " THE " good wit " of Beatrice consisted in sharp sayings and quaint ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Angelo Anne Appears Ariel Autolycus BEAT Beatrice Benedick better Bohemia brother CAIUS Caliban Camillo CLAUD Claudio Clown COMEDIES.-VOL daughter death DOGB dost doth DUKE Enter ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father folio follow fool FORD friar gentleman give grace hand hang hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter Hero hither honour HOST HUGH EVANS husband Illyria ISAB John king lady LEON Leonato look lord LUCIO maid Malvolio marry master constable master doctor mistress never night original Orlando passage PEDRO Pompey pray prince prithee Prospero PROV Provost quarto queen Re-enter reading Rosalind SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's SHAL SHEP signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby SLEN song speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's thou art to-morrow true wife Windsor woman word
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Página 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Página 284 - 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 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Página 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Página 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 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 strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.