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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... hope , What great hope have you ! no hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope , that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , Eut doubts discovery there . Will you grant with me , That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Seb . Ant . He's ...
... hope , What great hope have you ! no hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope , that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , Eut doubts discovery there . Will you grant with me , That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Seb . Ant . He's ...
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... hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine , for fear of the storm : And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scaped ! Ste . Prithee , do not turn me ...
... hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine , for fear of the storm : And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scaped ! Ste . Prithee , do not turn me ...
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... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land : Well , let him go . Ant . I am right glad that he's so out 30 [ ACT III . TEMPEST .
... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land : Well , let him go . Ant . I am right glad that he's so out 30 [ ACT III . TEMPEST .
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... hope . Do not , for one repulse , forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect . Seb . Will we take throughly . Ant . [ Aside to SEBASTIAN . The next advantage Let it be to - night ; For , now they are oppress'd with travel , they ...
... hope . Do not , for one repulse , forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect . Seb . Will we take throughly . Ant . [ Aside to SEBASTIAN . The next advantage Let it be to - night ; For , now they are oppress'd with travel , they ...
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... hope For quiet days , fair issue , and long life , With such love as ' t is now , the murkiest den , The most opportune place , the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can , shall never melt Mine honour into lust ; to take away The ...
... hope For quiet days , fair issue , and long life , With such love as ' t is now , the murkiest den , The most opportune place , the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can , shall never melt Mine honour into lust ; to take away The ...
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.