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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... give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap . Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I say . [ Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow methinks ...
... give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap . Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I say . [ Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow methinks ...
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... give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian . Legged like a man and his fins ...
... give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian . Legged like a man and his fins ...
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... give ground : and it shall be said so again , while Stephano breathes at nostrils . Cal . The spirit torments me : O ! Ste . This is some monster of the isle , with four legs ; who hath got , as I take it , an ague : Where the devil ...
... give ground : and it shall be said so again , while Stephano breathes at nostrils . Cal . The spirit torments me : O ! Ste . This is some monster of the isle , with four legs ; who hath got , as I take it , an ague : Where the devil ...
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... give me the lie another time . Trin . I did not give the lie : -Out o ' your wits . and hearing too ? A pox o ' your bottle ! this can sack and drinking do . - A murrain on your monster , and the devil take your fingers ! Cal . Ha , ha ...
... give me the lie another time . Trin . I did not give the lie : -Out o ' your wits . and hearing too ? A pox o ' your bottle ! this can sack and drinking do . - A murrain on your monster , and the devil take your fingers ! Cal . Ha , ha ...
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... give thee power , here , to this place : Incite them to quick motion ; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art ; it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari . Pro . Ay , with a twink ...
... give thee power , here , to this place : Incite them to quick motion ; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art ; it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari . Pro . Ay , with a twink ...
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.