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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... blood : be more abstemious , Or else good night your vow ! Fer . I warrant you , sir . The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver . Pro . Well.- Now come , my Ariel : bring a corollary , Rather than want a ...
... blood : be more abstemious , Or else good night your vow ! Fer . I warrant you , sir . The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver . Pro . Well.- Now come , my Ariel : bring a corollary , Rather than want a ...
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... blood , You brother mine , that entertain'd ambition , Expell'd remorse and nature ; who , with Sebastian , ( Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong , ) Would here have kill'd your king ; I do forgive thee , Unnatural though ...
... blood , You brother mine , that entertain'd ambition , Expell'd remorse and nature ; who , with Sebastian , ( Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong , ) Would here have kill'd your king ; I do forgive thee , Unnatural though ...
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... blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off . Val ...
... blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off . Val ...
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... blood , Advise me where I may have such a ladder . Val . When would you use it ? pray , sir , tell me that . Duke . This very night ; for love is like a child , That longs for every thing that he can come by . Val . By seven o'clock I ...
... blood , Advise me where I may have such a ladder . Val . When would you use it ? pray , sir , tell me that . Duke . This very night ; for love is like a child , That longs for every thing that he can come by . Val . By seven o'clock I ...
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... blood , and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner : You have heard of such a spirit ; and well you know , The superstitious idle - headed eld Received , and did deliver to our age , This tale of Herne the hunter for a ...
... blood , and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner : You have heard of such a spirit ; and well you know , The superstitious idle - headed eld Received , and did deliver to our age , This tale of Herne the hunter for a ...
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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.