Works: Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night, or What you will. Winter's tale. King JohnG. Routledge, 1889 |
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... duke of Milan , and A prince of power . Sir , are not you my father ? Mira . Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was Duke of Milan ; and his only heir And princess no worse issued ...
... duke of Milan , and A prince of power . Sir , are not you my father ? Mira . Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was Duke of Milan ; and his only heir And princess no worse issued ...
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... duke of Milan , And his brave son , being twain . The duke of Milan , [ Aside . Pro . And his more braver daughter , could control thee , If now ' t were fit to do ' t : -At the first sight They have chang'd eyes : -Delicate Ariel , I ...
... duke of Milan , And his brave son , being twain . The duke of Milan , [ Aside . Pro . And his more braver daughter , could control thee , If now ' t were fit to do ' t : -At the first sight They have chang'd eyes : -Delicate Ariel , I ...
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... DUKE . Duke . Now , daughter Silvia , you are hard beset . Sir Valentine , your father's in good health : What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news ? Val . My lord , I will be thankful To any happy messenger from ...
... DUKE . Duke . Now , daughter Silvia , you are hard beset . Sir Valentine , your father's in good health : What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news ? Val . My lord , I will be thankful To any happy messenger from ...
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... Duke . Hath he not a son ? Val . Ay , my good lord ; a son , that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father . Duke . You know him well ? Val . I know him , as myself ; for from our infancy We have convers'd , and spent our ...
... Duke . Hath he not a son ? Val . Ay , my good lord ; a son , that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father . Duke . You know him well ? Val . I know him , as myself ; for from our infancy We have convers'd , and spent our ...
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... Duke's Palace . Enter DUKE , THURIO , and PROTEUS . Duke . Sir Thurio , give us leave , I pray , awhile ; We have some secrets to confer about.- Now , tell me , Proteus , what's your will with me ? [ Exit THURIO . Pro . My gracious lord ...
... Duke's Palace . Enter DUKE , THURIO , and PROTEUS . Duke . Sir Thurio , give us leave , I pray , awhile ; We have some secrets to confer about.- Now , tell me , Proteus , what's your will with me ? [ Exit THURIO . Pro . My gracious lord ...
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Angelo art thou Bast Beat Benedick better Biron blood Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dear death dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab John Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night pardon Pedro Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus Puck Re-enter Rosalind SCENE servant Shylock signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Tranio troth true unto villain What's wife woman word
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Página 793 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 464 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam. 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.