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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... true , my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis : So is she heir of Naples ; ' twixt which regions There is some space . Ant . A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out , ' How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ? ' - Keep in ...
... true , my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis : So is she heir of Naples ; ' twixt which regions There is some space . Ant . A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out , ' How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ? ' - Keep in ...
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... true : do not give dalliance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i ' the blood : be more abstemious , Or else good night your vow ! Fer . I warrant you , sir . The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates ...
... true : do not give dalliance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i ' the blood : be more abstemious , Or else good night your vow ! Fer . I warrant you , sir . The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates ...
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... true spies which I wear in my head , here's a goodly sight . Cal . Ŏ Setebos , these be grave spirits , indeed ! How fine my master is ! I am afraid He will chastise me . Seb . Ha , ha ! What things are these , my lord Antonio ? Will ...
... true spies which I wear in my head , here's a goodly sight . Cal . Ŏ Setebos , these be grave spirits , indeed ! How fine my master is ! I am afraid He will chastise me . Seb . Ha , ha ! What things are these , my lord Antonio ? Will ...
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... True , sir ; I was in love with my bed : I thank you , you swing'd me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were set ; so your affection ...
... True , sir ; I was in love with my bed : I thank you , you swing'd me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were set ; so your affection ...
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... true constancy ; And when that hour o'erslips me in the day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ; My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The ...
... true constancy ; And when that hour o'erslips me in the day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ; My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The ...
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.