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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... 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 depend upon A most ...
... 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 depend upon A most ...
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... reason , any reason : Come on . Trinculo , let us sing . [ Sings . Flout ' em , and skout'em ; and skout ' em , and flout ' em ; Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . Ste . Trin . Nobody . [ ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and ...
... reason , any reason : Come on . Trinculo , let us sing . [ Sings . Flout ' em , and skout'em ; and skout ' em , and flout ' em ; Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . Ste . Trin . Nobody . [ ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and ...
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... reason ' gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent , The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go , release them , Ariel ; My charms I'll break , their ...
... reason ' gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent , The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go , release them , Ariel ; My charms I'll break , their ...
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... reason . - O good Gonzalo , My true preserver , and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st , I will pay thy graces Home , both in word and deed .-- Most cruelly Didst thou , Alonso , use me and my daughter : Thy brother was a furtherer in ...
... reason . - O good Gonzalo , My true preserver , and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st , I will pay thy graces Home , both in word and deed .-- Most cruelly Didst thou , Alonso , use me and my daughter : Thy brother was a furtherer in ...
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... reason ; and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth , their words Are natural breath ; but , howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses , know for certain That I am Prospero , and that very duke Which was thrust forth of ...
... reason ; and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth , their words Are natural breath ; but , howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses , know for certain That I am Prospero , and that very duke Which was thrust forth of ...
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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.