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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... bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear ...
... bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench ; My tale provokes that question . Dear ...
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... bring forth more islands . Gon . Ay ? Ant . Why , in good time . Gon . Sir , we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter , who is now queen . Ant . And the rarest that e ...
... bring forth more islands . Gon . Ay ? Ant . Why , in good time . Gon . Sir , we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter , who is now queen . Ant . And the rarest that e ...
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... bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . Alon . Gon . So is the dearest of the loss . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in ; you rub the sore , When you should bring the ...
... bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . Alon . Gon . So is the dearest of the loss . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in ; you rub the sore , When you should bring the ...
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... bring forth , Of its own kind , all foizon , all abundance , To feed my innocent people . Seb . No marrying ' mong his subjects ? Ant . None , man ; all idle ; whores and knaves . Gon . I would with such perfection govern , sir , To ...
... bring forth , Of its own kind , all foizon , all abundance , To feed my innocent people . Seb . No marrying ' mong his subjects ? Ant . None , man ; all idle ; whores and knaves . Gon . I would with such perfection govern , sir , To ...
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... bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now ; and does not talk after the wisest . He shall taste of my bottle : if he have never drunk wine afore , it will go near to remove his fit : if I can recover him , and keep him tame ...
... bring my wood home faster . Ste . He's in his fit now ; and does not talk after the wisest . He shall taste of my bottle : if he have never drunk wine afore , it will go near to remove his fit : if I can recover him , and keep him tame ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
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.