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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... doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : [ Burden , ding - dung . Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong , beil . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father ...
... doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : [ Burden , ding - dung . Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong , beil . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father ...
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... doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in ; you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . Very well . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb . Ant ...
... doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in ; you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . Very well . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb . Ant ...
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... doth , It is a comforter . Ant . We two , my lord , Will guard your person while you take your rest , And watch your safety . Alon . Thank you wondrous heavy . [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses ...
... doth , It is a comforter . Ant . We two , my lord , Will guard your person while you take your rest , And watch your safety . Alon . Thank you wondrous heavy . [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses ...
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... doth take : If of life you keep a care , Shake off slumber , and beware : Awake ! Awake ! Ant . Then let us both be sudden . Gon . Now , good angels , preserve the king ! [ They awake . Alon . Why , how now , ho ! awake ! Why are you ...
... doth take : If of life you keep a care , Shake off slumber , and beware : Awake ! Awake ! Ant . Then let us both be sudden . Gon . Now , good angels , preserve the king ! [ They awake . Alon . Why , how now , ho ! awake ! Why are you ...
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... Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy ! mercy ! This is a devil , and no monster : I will leave him ; I have no long spoon . Trin . Stephano ! —if thou beest Stephano , touch me , and speak to me ; for I am Trinculo ; -be not afeard ...
... Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy ! mercy ! This is a devil , and no monster : I will leave him ; I have no long spoon . Trin . Stephano ! —if thou beest Stephano , touch me , and speak to me ; for I am Trinculo ; -be not afeard ...
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.