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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... faith , and all his lords ; the 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 ...
... faith , and all his lords ; the 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 ...
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... Faith , sir , you need not fear : When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men [ Aside . Whose heads stood ...
... Faith , sir , you need not fear : When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men [ Aside . Whose heads stood ...
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... faith , which I would have disprais'd . I am my master's true confirmed love ; But cannot be true servant to my master , Unless I prove false traitor to myself . Yet I will woo for him ; but yet so coldly , As , Heaven it knows , I ...
... faith , which I would have disprais'd . I am my master's true confirmed love ; But cannot be true servant to my master , Unless I prove false traitor to myself . Yet I will woo for him ; but yet so coldly , As , Heaven it knows , I ...
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... faith Into a thousand oaths ; and all those oaths Descended into perjury , to love me . Thou hast no faith left now , unless thou hadst two , And that's far worse than none ; better have none Than plural faith , which is too much by one ...
... faith Into a thousand oaths ; and all those oaths Descended into perjury , to love me . Thou hast no faith left now , unless thou hadst two , And that's far worse than none ; better have none Than plural faith , which is too much by one ...
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... faith , and find any body in the house , here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English . Rug . I'll go watch . [ Exit RUGBY . Quick . Go ; and we'll have a posset for SCENE III . ] ΙΟΙ MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
... faith , and find any body in the house , here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English . Rug . I'll go watch . [ Exit RUGBY . Quick . Go ; and we'll have a posset for SCENE III . ] ΙΟΙ MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
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.