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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... Marry will I : kneel and repeat it ; I will stand , and so shall Trinculo . Enter ARIEL , invisible . Cal . As I told thee before , I am subject to a tyrant ; a sorcerer , that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island . Ari . Thou ...
... Marry will I : kneel and repeat it ; I will stand , and so shall Trinculo . Enter ARIEL , invisible . Cal . As I told thee before , I am subject to a tyrant ; a sorcerer , that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island . Ari . Thou ...
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... Marry , sir , the letter very orderly ; having nothing but the word , noddy , for my pains . Pro . Beshrew me , but you have a quick wit . Speed . And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse . Pro . Come , come , open the matter in brief ...
... Marry , sir , the letter very orderly ; having nothing but the word , noddy , for my pains . Pro . Beshrew me , but you have a quick wit . Speed . And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse . Pro . Come , come , open the matter in brief ...
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... Marry , sir , so painted , to make her fair , that no inan counts of her beauty . Val . How esteemest thou me ! I account of her beauty . Speed . You never saw her since she was deformed . Val . How long hath she been deformed ? Speed ...
... Marry , sir , so painted , to make her fair , that no inan counts of her beauty . Val . How esteemest thou me ! I account of her beauty . Speed . You never saw her since she was deformed . Val . How long hath she been deformed ? Speed ...
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... marry him ? Laun . No. Speed . How then ? shall he marry her ? Laun . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Laun . No , they are both as whole as a fish . Speed . Why then , how stands the matter with them ? Laun . Marry ...
... marry him ? Laun . No. Speed . How then ? shall he marry her ? Laun . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Laun . No , they are both as whole as a fish . Speed . Why then , how stands the matter with them ? Laun . Marry ...
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... marry , do I , quoth he . You do him the more wrong , quoth I ; ' twas I did the thing you wot of . He makes me no ... Marry , sir , I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade Pro . And what says she to my little jewel ? Laun . Marry ...
... marry , do I , quoth he . You do him the more wrong , quoth I ; ' twas I did the thing you wot of . He makes me no ... Marry , sir , I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade Pro . And what says she to my little jewel ? Laun . Marry ...
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.