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Página 196
He does smile his face into more lines , than are in the new map , with the
augmentation of the Indies : you have not seen such a thing as ' tis ; I can hardly
forbear hurling things at him . I know , my lady will strike him ; if she do , he'll
smile , and ...
He does smile his face into more lines , than are in the new map , with the
augmentation of the Indies : you have not seen such a thing as ' tis ; I can hardly
forbear hurling things at him . I know , my lady will strike him ; if she do , he'll
smile , and ...
Página 280
... Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose , Whether you had not
sometime in your life Err'd in this point which now you censure him , And pull'd
the law upon you . Ang . ' Tis one thing to be tempted , Escalus , Another thing to
fall .
... Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose , Whether you had not
sometime in your life Err'd in this point which now you censure him , And pull'd
the law upon you . Ang . ' Tis one thing to be tempted , Escalus , Another thing to
fall .
Página 285
I'll be supposed upon a book , his face is the worst thing about him : Good then ; if
his face be the worst thing about him , how could master Froth do the constable's
wife any harm ? I would know that of your honour . Escal . He's in the right ...
I'll be supposed upon a book , his face is the worst thing about him : Good then ; if
his face be the worst thing about him , how could master Froth do the constable's
wife any harm ? I would know that of your honour . Escal . He's in the right ...
Página 354
... royal prince , If he be less , he's nothing ; but he's more , Had I more name for
badness . Duke . By mine honesty , If she be mad , ( as I believe no other , ) Her
madness hath the oddest frame of sense , Such a dependency of thing on ...
... royal prince , If he be less , he's nothing ; but he's more , Had I more name for
badness . Duke . By mine honesty , If she be mad , ( as I believe no other , ) Her
madness hath the oddest frame of sense , Such a dependency of thing on ...
Página 379
If we read some run from instruments of torture and answer none , ' to what does
the word none refer ? neither to any thing before , nor to any thing that follows .
But if we understand run through the midst of vices as they would dash through a
...
If we read some run from instruments of torture and answer none , ' to what does
the word none refer ? neither to any thing before , nor to any thing that follows .
But if we understand run through the midst of vices as they would dash through a
...
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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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