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letters , writ with blank space for different names , ( sure more , ) and these are of
the second edition : He will print them out of doubt ; for he cares not what he puts
into the press , when he would put us two . I had rather be a giantess , and lie ...
letters , writ with blank space for different names , ( sure more , ) and these are of
the second edition : He will print them out of doubt ; for he cares not what he puts
into the press , when he would put us two . I had rather be a giantess , and lie ...
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Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so
fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of
war , no taxation of homage ; I hold the olive in my hand : : my words are as full of
...
Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so
fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of
war , no taxation of homage ; I hold the olive in my hand : : my words are as full of
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... worth stooping for , there it lies in your eye ; if not , be it his that finds it . [ Exit .
Vio . I left no ring with her : What means this lady ? Fortune forbid , my outside
have not charm'd her ! She made good view of me ; indeed , so much , That , sure
...
... worth stooping for , there it lies in your eye ; if not , be it his that finds it . [ Exit .
Vio . I left no ring with her : What means this lady ? Fortune forbid , my outside
have not charm'd her ! She made good view of me ; indeed , so much , That , sure
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Where is Malvolio ? -
he is sad , and civil , And suits well for a servant with my fortunes ;Where is
Malvolio ? Mar. He's coming , madam ; But in strange manner . He is sure
possess'd .
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Where is Malvolio ? -
he is sad , and civil , And suits well for a servant with my fortunes ;Where is
Malvolio ? Mar. He's coming , madam ; But in strange manner . He is sure
possess'd .
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But , after all this fooling , I would not have it so : Art thou sure of this ? Bawd . I
am too sure of it : and it is for getting madam Julietta with child . Lucio . Believe
me , this may be : he promised to meet me two hours since ; and he was ever
precise ...
But , after all this fooling , I would not have it so : Art thou sure of this ? Bawd . I
am too sure of it : and it is for getting madam Julietta with child . Lucio . Believe
me , this may be : he promised to meet me two hours since ; and he was ever
precise ...
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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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