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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... mind to sink ? Seb . A pox ' o your throat ! you bawling , blasphemous , uncharit- able dog ! Boats . Work you , then .. Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whores on , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art ...
... mind to sink ? Seb . A pox ' o your throat ! you bawling , blasphemous , uncharit- able dog ! Boats . Work you , then .. Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whores on , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art ...
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... mind ? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here thou may'st . Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve year since , Miranda , twelve year since ...
... mind ? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here thou may'st . Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve year since , Miranda , twelve year since ...
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... mind With that , which , but by being so retired , O'er - priz'd all popular rate , in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust , Like a good parent , did beget of him A falsehood , in its contrary as great As my trust was ...
... mind With that , which , but by being so retired , O'er - priz'd all popular rate , in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust , Like a good parent , did beget of him A falsehood , in its contrary as great As my trust was ...
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... mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth ...
... mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth ...
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... mind that I do ! what a sleep were this For your advancement ! Do you understand me ? Seb . Methinks , I do , Ant . And how does your content Tender your own good fortune ? Seb . I remember , True : You did supplant your brother ...
... mind that I do ! what a sleep were this For your advancement ! Do you understand me ? Seb . Methinks , I do , Ant . And how does your content Tender your own good fortune ? Seb . I remember , True : You did supplant your brother ...
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.