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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... Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . Ste . Trin . Nobody . [ ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe . What is this same ? This is the tune of our catch , played by the picture of Ste . If thou beest a man , show thyself in ...
... Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . Ste . Trin . Nobody . [ ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe . What is this same ? This is the tune of our catch , played by the picture of Ste . If thou beest a man , show thyself in ...
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... thought they to have done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid , Whose vows are that no bed - rite shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted : but in vain ; Mars's hot minion is return'd again ; Her waspish - headed son has broke ...
... thought they to have done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid , Whose vows are that no bed - rite shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted : but in vain ; Mars's hot minion is return'd again ; Her waspish - headed son has broke ...
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... thoughts I cleave to : What's thy pleasure ? Pro . We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . Ay , my commander ; when I presented Ceres , I thought to have told thee of it ; but I fear'd Lest I might anger thee . Pro . Say again ...
... thoughts I cleave to : What's thy pleasure ? Pro . We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . Ay , my commander ; when I presented Ceres , I thought to have told thee of it ; but I fear'd Lest I might anger thee . Pro . Say again ...
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... 'd us , And brought us thus together ? Sir , she's mortal ; Fer . But , by immortal providence , she ' s mine ; I chose her , when I could not ask my father For his advice ; nor thought I had one : SCENE 1. ] 43 TEMPEST .
... 'd us , And brought us thus together ? Sir , she's mortal ; Fer . But , by immortal providence , she ' s mine ; I chose her , when I could not ask my father For his advice ; nor thought I had one : SCENE 1. ] 43 TEMPEST .
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William Shakespeare Charles Knight. For his advice ; nor thought I had one : she Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan , Of whom so often I have heard renown , But never saw before ; of whom I have Receiv'd a second life , and second ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. For his advice ; nor thought I had one : she Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan , Of whom so often I have heard renown , But never saw before ; of whom I have Receiv'd a second life , and second ...
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.