The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Measure for measure; Much ado about nothing; Midsummer-night's dream; Love's labour's lost |
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proof that Timon , but much that Twelfth Night , was written dur . ing the period in
question : besides , even in the plays referred to there is so much of
unquestionable difference blended with the acknowledged likeness , as will
greatly ...
proof that Timon , but much that Twelfth Night , was written dur . ing the period in
question : besides , even in the plays referred to there is so much of
unquestionable difference blended with the acknowledged likeness , as will
greatly ...
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But speedily . Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to give the
mother 11 Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother :
soon at night I ' ll send him certain word of my success . Lucio . I take my leave of
you .
But speedily . Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to give the
mother 11 Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother :
soon at night I ' ll send him certain word of my success . Lucio . I take my leave of
you .
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Ang . This will last out a night in Russia , When nights are longest there : I ' ll take
my leave , And leave you to the hearing of the cause ; Hoping you ' ll find good
cause to whip them all . Escal . I think no less : Good morrow to your lordship .
Ang . This will last out a night in Russia , When nights are longest there : I ' ll take
my leave , And leave you to the hearing of the cause ; Hoping you ' ll find good
cause to whip them all . Escal . I think no less : Good morrow to your lordship .
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17 This night ' s the time That I should do what I abhor to name , Or else thou
diest to - morrow . Claud . Thou shalt not do ' t . Isab . O ! were it but my life , I ' d
throw it down for your deliverance As frankly18 as a pin . Claud . Thanks , dear
Isabel ...
17 This night ' s the time That I should do what I abhor to name , Or else thou
diest to - morrow . Claud . Thou shalt not do ' t . Isab . O ! were it but my life , I ' d
throw it down for your deliverance As frankly18 as a pin . Claud . Thanks , dear
Isabel ...
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... And wonder at the shortness of the night . " 21 So , in Ben Jonson ' s Catiline ,
Act i . sc . 1 : “ We are spiritbound in ribs of ice , our whole bloods are one stone ,
and honour cannot thaw us ; ” and in Paradise Lost , Book ii . : To be imprison ' d
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... And wonder at the shortness of the night . " 21 So , in Ben Jonson ' s Catiline ,
Act i . sc . 1 : “ We are spiritbound in ribs of ice , our whole bloods are one stone ,
and honour cannot thaw us ; ” and in Paradise Lost , Book ii . : To be imprison ' d
...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
affection Angelo answer appears bear Beat Beatrice Benedick better bring brother character child Claud Claudio comes common Cost death desire doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear follow fool friar give grace hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven Hero hold honour Isab John keep King lady leave Leon light live look lord Lucio marry master means Measure meet merry mind Moth nature never night once passage Pedro person play poor pray prince Prov prove Puck reason SCENE seems sense Shakespeare soul speak spirit stand stay sweet tell thank thee thing thou thought tongue true truth turn virtue woman
Passagens conhecidas
Página 472 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks; When turtles tread, and rooks and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then on every tree Mocks married men, for thus sings he: Cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo — 0 word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear.
Página 292 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips, and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Página 472 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Página 89 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again Bring again; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Sealed in vain.
Página 51 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 316 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Página 335 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Página 282 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.