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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Página 26
... grace she ow'd , And put it to the foil : But you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . I do not know Mira . One of my sex ; no woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have ...
... grace she ow'd , And put it to the foil : But you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . I do not know Mira . One of my sex ; no woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have ...
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... grace On that which breeds between them ? Fer . Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and much less take What I shall die to want : But this is trifling ; And all the more it ...
... grace On that which breeds between them ? Fer . Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and much less take What I shall die to want : But this is trifling ; And all the more it ...
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... grace shall have it . Cal . The dropsy drown this fool ; what do you mean , To dote thus on such luggage ? Let's alone , And do the murther first : if he awake , From toe to crown he ' ll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange ...
... grace shall have it . Cal . The dropsy drown this fool ; what do you mean , To dote thus on such luggage ? Let's alone , And do the murther first : if he awake , From toe to crown he ' ll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange ...
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... grace o'erboard , not an oath on shore ? Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the news ? Boats . The best news is that we have safely found Our king , and company : the next our ship , - Which , but three glasses since , we gave out ...
... grace o'erboard , not an oath on shore ? Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the news ? Boats . The best news is that we have safely found Our king , and company : the next our ship , - Which , but three glasses since , we gave out ...
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... grace : What a thrice - double ass Was I , to take this drunkard for a god , And worship this dull fool ! Pro . Go to ; away ! Alon . Hence , and bestow your luggage where you found it . [ Exeunt CAL . , STE . , and TRIN . Seb . Or ...
... grace : What a thrice - double ass Was I , to take this drunkard for a god , And worship this dull fool ! Pro . Go to ; away ! Alon . Hence , and bestow your luggage where you found it . [ Exeunt CAL . , STE . , and TRIN . Seb . Or ...
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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.