The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth night ; Winter's taleWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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... speak more properly , stays me here at home unkept ; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth , that differs not from the stall- ing of an ox ? His horses are bred better ; for , besides that they are fair with their ...
... speak more properly , stays me here at home unkept ; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth , that differs not from the stall- ing of an ox ? His horses are bred better ; for , besides that they are fair with their ...
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... speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and importunes access to you . Oli . Call him in . [ Exit DENNIS . ] - Twill be a good way ; and to - morrow the wrestling is . Enter CHARLES . Cha . Good morrow to your ...
... speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and importunes access to you . Oli . Call him in . [ Exit DENNIS . ] - Twill be a good way ; and to - morrow the wrestling is . Enter CHARLES . Cha . Good morrow to your ...
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... speak it ) there is not one so young and so villanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is , I must blush and weep , and thou must look pale and wonder . Cha . I am heartily glad I ...
... speak it ) there is not one so young and so villanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is , I must blush and weep , and thou must look pale and wonder . Cha . I am heartily glad I ...
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... Speak no more of him : you'll be whipped for taxation , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely , what wise men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou say'st true ; for since the little wit that ...
... Speak no more of him : you'll be whipped for taxation , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely , what wise men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou say'st true ; for since the little wit that ...
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... speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel . Or I , I promise thee . Ros . But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his sides ...
... speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel . Or I , I promise thee . Ros . But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his sides ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew ... William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Visualização integral - 1842 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antigonus Baptista Bertram better Bianca Bion Biondello brother Camillo Clown Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool Forest of Arden Gent gentleman George Buc give Gremio Grumio hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leon Leontes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master means mistress modern editors never night old copies Olivia Orlando Padua Pandosto Parolles Petruchio Phebe play Polixenes pr'ythee pray printed Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio servant Shakespeare Shep Shrew Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tranio Viola wife Winter's Tale word
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Página 27 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 323 - 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 44 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Página 486 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Página 45 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot ; Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember
Página 360 - 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 ! Duke.
Página 199 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband : And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And, not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.