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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... lady , thy rich leas Of wheat , rye , barley , vetches , oats , and pease ; Thy turfy mountains , where live nibbling sheep , And flat meads thatch'd with stover , them to keep ; [ Exit . [ Soft music . Thy banks with pioned and twilled ...
... lady , thy rich leas Of wheat , rye , barley , vetches , oats , and pease ; Thy turfy mountains , where live nibbling sheep , And flat meads thatch'd with stover , them to keep ; [ Exit . [ Soft music . Thy banks with pioned and twilled ...
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... lady ; for you gave the fire : sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks , and spends what he borrows , kindly in your company . Thu. Sir , if you spend word for word with me , I shall make your wit bankrupt . Val . I know ...
... lady ; for you gave the fire : sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks , and spends what he borrows , kindly in your company . Thu. Sir , if you spend word for word with me , I shall make your wit bankrupt . Val . I know ...
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... lady , entertain him To be my fellow - servant to your ladyship . Sil . Too low a mistress for so high a servant , Pro . Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . Val . Leave off discourse ...
... lady , entertain him To be my fellow - servant to your ladyship . Sil . Too low a mistress for so high a servant , Pro . Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . Val . Leave off discourse ...
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... lady's train ; lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss , And , of so great a favour growing proud , Disdain to root the summer - swelling flower , And make rough winter everlastingly . Pro . Why , Valentine ...
... lady's train ; lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss , And , of so great a favour growing proud , Disdain to root the summer - swelling flower , And make rough winter everlastingly . Pro . Why , Valentine ...
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... lady . Jul . Peace ! stand aside ! the company parts . Pro . Sir Thurio , fear not you ! I will so plead , That you ... lady , if you know his pure heart's truth , You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice . Sil . Sir Proteus , as I ...
... lady . Jul . Peace ! stand aside ! the company parts . Pro . Sir Thurio , fear not you ! I will so plead , That you ... lady , if you know his pure heart's truth , You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice . Sil . Sir Proteus , as I ...
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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.