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Bless you , friar . Duke . And you . Lucio . Does Bridget paint still , Pompey ? Ha ?
Elb . Come your ways , sir ; come . Clo . You will not bail me then , sir ? Lucio .
Then , Pompey ? nor now . - What news abroad , friar ? What news ? Elb . Come
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Bless you , friar . Duke . And you . Lucio . Does Bridget paint still , Pompey ? Ha ?
Elb . Come your ways , sir ; come . Clo . You will not bail me then , sir ? Lucio .
Then , Pompey ? nor now . - What news abroad , friar ? What news ? Elb . Come
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I would , friar PeterIsab . O , peace ; the friar is come . Enter Friar Peter 61 . F.
Peter . Come , I have found you out a stand most fit , Where you may have such
vantage on the duke , He shall not pass you : Twice have the trumpets sounded ;
The ...
I would , friar PeterIsab . O , peace ; the friar is come . Enter Friar Peter 61 . F.
Peter . Come , I have found you out a stand most fit , Where you may have such
vantage on the duke , He shall not pass you : Twice have the trumpets sounded ;
The ...
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To prison with her : -Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to
fall On him so near us ? This needs must be a practice . -Who knew of your intent
, and coming hither ? Isab . One that I would were here , friar Lodowick . Duke .
To prison with her : -Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to
fall On him so near us ? This needs must be a practice . -Who knew of your intent
, and coming hither ? Isab . One that I would were here , friar Lodowick . Duke .
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There is another friar that set them on ; Let him be sent for . F. Peter . Would he
were here , my lord ; for he , indeed , Hath set the women on to this complaint :
Your provost knows the place where he abides , And he may fetch him . Duke .
There is another friar that set them on ; Let him be sent for . F. Peter . Would he
were here , my lord ; for he , indeed , Hath set the women on to this complaint :
Your provost knows the place where he abides , And he may fetch him . Duke .
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JOHNSON . 61 Enter Friar Peter . ] This play has two Friars , either of whom might
singly have served . I should therefore imagine , that Friar Thomas , in the first act
, might be changed , without any harm , to Friar Peter ; for why should the Duke ...
JOHNSON . 61 Enter Friar Peter . ] This play has two Friars , either of whom might
singly have served . I should therefore imagine , that Friar Thomas , in the first act
, might be changed , without any harm , to Friar Peter ; for why should the Duke ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Angelo Anne answer bear believe better bring brother Caius Claudio comes death desire devil doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fault fear follow fool Ford friar give grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope Host humour husband I'll Isab JOHNSON justice keep kind knight lady leave live look lord Lucio maid Malvolio marry master means mind mistress nature never Page pardon peace play poor pray prison Prov Provost Quick quickly reason SCENE seems Shal Shallow sir John Sir Toby Slen Slender soul speak stand STEEVENS sure sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art true warrant What's wife woman young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 139 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 178 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 176 - 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 ; 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 168 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 369 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad ; so may my husband.
Página 293 - 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 295 - Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Página 313 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 175 - 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 chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 264 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edição 2 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editora | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 3 Jan 2007 |
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