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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... Poor souls ! they perish'd , Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd , and The fraughting souls within her . Pro . Be collected ; No more amazement ...
... Poor souls ! they perish'd , Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd , and The fraughting souls within her . Pro . Be collected ; No more amazement ...
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... poor man ! my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable : confederates ( So dry he was for sway ) with the king of Naples , To give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet to ...
... poor man ! my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable : confederates ( So dry he was for sway ) with the king of Naples , To give him annual tribute , do him homage ; Subject his coronet to ...
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... poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island . Alon . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : Lead away . So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Aside . [ Exeunt . Cal ...
... poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island . Alon . Ari . Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : Lead away . So , king , go safely on to seek thy son . [ Aside . [ Exeunt . Cal ...
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... poor credulous monster : Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . Cal . I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And I will kiss thy foot : I prithee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
... poor credulous monster : Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . Cal . I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And I will kiss thy foot : I prithee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
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... poor drunkard . Cal . I prithee let me bring thee where crabs grow , And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Show thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee To clust'ring ...
... poor drunkard . Cal . I prithee let me bring thee where crabs grow , And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Show thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee To clust'ring ...
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
Passagens conhecidas
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.