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... Isabel . Let me hear you speak further ; I have spirit to do anything that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit . Duke . Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . Act III . , Scene i . MEASURE FOR MEASURE . In the city of ...
... Isabel . Let me hear you speak further ; I have spirit to do anything that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit . Duke . Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . Act III . , Scene i . MEASURE FOR MEASURE . In the city of ...
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... Isabel , who this day proposes to enter the convent of Saint Clare ; acquaint her with the danger of my state ; implore her that she make friends with the strict de- puty ; bid her go herself to Angelo . I have great hopes in that ; for ...
... Isabel , who this day proposes to enter the convent of Saint Clare ; acquaint her with the danger of my state ; implore her that she make friends with the strict de- puty ; bid her go herself to Angelo . I have great hopes in that ; for ...
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Charles Lamb. 66 66 you nuns no further privileges ? " said Isabel . " Are not these large enough ? " replied the nun . " Yes , truly , " said Isabel : " I speak not as desiring more , but rather wishing a more strict restraint upon the ...
Charles Lamb. 66 66 you nuns no further privileges ? " said Isabel . " Are not these large enough ? " replied the nun . " Yes , truly , " said Isabel : " I speak not as desiring more , but rather wishing a more strict restraint upon the ...
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... Isabel : " I will but stay to give the prioress notice of the affair , and then I will go to Angelo . Commend me to my brother : soon at night I will send him word of my success . 66 Isabel hastened to the palace , and threw herself on ...
... Isabel : " I will but stay to give the prioress notice of the affair , and then I will go to Angelo . Commend me to my brother : soon at night I will send him word of my success . 66 Isabel hastened to the palace , and threw herself on ...
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... Isabel ; Oh , that is sudden ; spare him , spare him ; he is not prepared for death . Even for our kitchens we kill ... Isabel had raised a guilty passion in his heart , and he be- gan to form thoughts of dishonorable love , such as ...
... Isabel ; Oh , that is sudden ; spare him , spare him ; he is not prepared for death . Even for our kitchens we kill ... Isabel had raised a guilty passion in his heart , and he be- gan to form thoughts of dishonorable love , such as ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adriana Angelo Anthonio Antipholis Ariel Bassanio Beatrice Bellarius Benedick Bertram brother called Capulet Cassio Cesario child Claudio count Paris countess court Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Demetrius Desdemona Dionysia Dromio duke engravings Ephesus fair fairy father fear friar Ganimed gave gentle gentleman give grief Hamlet hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hermione Hero honor husband Iago Imogen Isabel Julia Juliet Katherine king knew lady Lear Leonato Leontes lived look lord lord Capulet lover Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid Marina marriage married master Michael Cassio mind Miranda mother Mountague murder never night noble Oberon Olivia Orlando Orsino Othello Paulina Perdita Pericles Petruchio Polixenes poor Portia Posthumus prince prison Prospero Protheus queen replied ring Romeo Rosalind saying seemed servant Shylock Silvia sister sleep speak spirit story strange sweet tell Thaisa thought Timon told Tybalt Valentine Viola wicked wife wished words young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 32 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Página 19 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Página 121 - That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Página 110 - I hate him for he is a Christian, But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Página 165 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave* of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,— Lady M, What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried' Sleep no more !' to all the house ' Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Página 229 - 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 333 - 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 172 - Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born.
Página 82 - Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have...
Página 118 - Tarry a little ; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood, — The words expressly are, a pound of flesh...