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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... death That now hath seiz'd them ; why , they were no worse Than now they are : There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make A chough of ...
... death That now hath seiz'd them ; why , they were no worse Than now they are : There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make A chough of ...
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... death at this puppy - headed monster : a most scurvy monster ! I could find in my heart to beat him , — Ste . Come , kiss . Trin . but that the poor monster ' s in drink : An abominable monster ! Cal . I'll show thee the best springs ...
... death at this puppy - headed monster : a most scurvy monster ! I could find in my heart to beat him , — Ste . Come , kiss . Trin . but that the poor monster ' s in drink : An abominable monster ! Cal . I'll show thee the best springs ...
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... death , I prithee . Ste . Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster ' s my subject , and he shall not suffer indignity . Cal . I thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd To ...
... death , I prithee . Ste . Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster ' s my subject , and he shall not suffer indignity . Cal . I thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd To ...
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... death , rather than living torment ? To die , is to be banish'd from myself ; And Silvia is myself : banish'd from ... death , to fly his deadly doom . Tarry I here , I but attend on death ; But , fly I hence , I fly away from life ...
... death , rather than living torment ? To die , is to be banish'd from myself ; And Silvia is myself : banish'd from ... death , to fly his deadly doom . Tarry I here , I but attend on death ; But , fly I hence , I fly away from life ...
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... false perjur'd Proteus : Therefore be gone , solicit me no more . Pro . What dangerous action , stood it next to death , Would I not undergo for one calm look ? O , ' t is the curse in love , 90 [ ACT V. TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
... false perjur'd Proteus : Therefore be gone , solicit me no more . Pro . What dangerous action , stood it next to death , Would I not undergo for one calm look ? O , ' t is the curse in love , 90 [ ACT V. TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
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
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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.