Merry wives of Windsor ; Measure for measure ; Midsummer night's dreamBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... what I did when you made me drunk , yet I am not alto- gether an ass . Fal . What say you , Scarlet and John ? Bard . Why , sir , for my part , I say , the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences . Eva . It is his five ...
... what I did when you made me drunk , yet I am not alto- gether an ass . Fal . What say you , Scarlet and John ? Bard . Why , sir , for my part , I say , the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences . Eva . It is his five ...
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... What , John Rugby ! John , what , John , I say ! Go , John , go inquire for my master ; I doubt he be not well , that he comes not home . [ Sings . ] And down , down , adown - a , & c . Enter Dr. CAIUS . Caius . Vat is you sing ? I do ...
... What , John Rugby ! John , what , John , I say ! Go , John , go inquire for my master ; I doubt he be not well , that he comes not home . [ Sings . ] And down , down , adown - a , & c . Enter Dr. CAIUS . Caius . Vat is you sing ? I do ...
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... What news ? how does pretty mistress Anne ? Quick . In truth , sir , and she is pretty , and honest , and gentle ; and one that is your friend , I can tell you that by the way ; I praise heaven for it . Fent . Shall I do any good ...
... What news ? how does pretty mistress Anne ? Quick . In truth , sir , and she is pretty , and honest , and gentle ; and one that is your friend , I can tell you that by the way ; I praise heaven for it . Fent . Shall I do any good ...
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... What a Herod of Jewry is this ! -O wicked , wicked world ! -One that is well nigh worn to pieces with age , to show ... What's the matter , woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such ...
... What a Herod of Jewry is this ! -O wicked , wicked world ! -One that is well nigh worn to pieces with age , to show ... What's the matter , woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such ...
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William Shakespeare. the honour . What is it ? -dispense with trifles ; - what is it ? Mrs. Ford . If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so , I could be knighted . Mrs. Page . What ? thou liest ! -Sir Alice Ford ! These ...
William Shakespeare. the honour . What is it ? -dispense with trifles ; - what is it ? Mrs. Ford . If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so , I could be knighted . Mrs. Page . What ? thou liest ! -Sir Alice Ford ! These ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Athens BARDOLPH Barnardine bawd better brother Caius Claud Claudio death Demetrius doth Duke Egeus Enter Mistress Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Falstaff father fear Fent friar Froth gentle gentleman give grace hang hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Herne the hunter Hippolyta hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Isab Isabel ISABELLA knave knog lion look lord Angelo Lucio Lysander maid marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Ford master Slender mistress Anne mistress Ford moon never night OBERON oman pardon PHILOSTRATE Pist Pompey pray prison Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quick Quin Re-enter Rugby SCENE Shal SHALLOW Sir HUGH EVANS sir John sir John Falstaff sleep Slen speak sweet tell thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow warrant What's wife Windsor woman word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 128 - 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 4.
Página 220 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Página 146 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprisoned in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Página 220 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And...
Página 219 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 262 - That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or, in the night, imagining some fear,...
Página 223 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Página 262 - More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact...
Página 146 - 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 215 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.