The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, with copious glossarial notes and biogr. notice [by R. Inglis]. |
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... tongue ! Alon . I pr'ythee , spare . Gon . Well , I have done . But yet- Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which of them , he or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? Seb . The old cock . Ant . The cockrel . Seb . Done . The ...
... tongue ! Alon . I pr'ythee , spare . Gon . Well , I have done . But yet- Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which of them , he or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? Seb . The old cock . Ant . The cockrel . Seb . Done . The ...
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... tongues , Do hiss me into madness . - Lo , now ! lo ! Enter Trinculo . Here comes a spirit of his , and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance he will ... tongue with a tang , Would SC . IL . 21 THE TEMPEST .
... tongues , Do hiss me into madness . - Lo , now ! lo ! Enter Trinculo . Here comes a spirit of his , and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance he will ... tongue with a tang , Would SC . IL . 21 THE TEMPEST .
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... tongue in thy head . Cal . Within this half hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cul . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of pleasure , Let us be jocund ...
... tongue in thy head . Cal . Within this half hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cul . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of pleasure , Let us be jocund ...
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... tongue , all eyes ; be silent . Enter Iris . [ Soft Music . Iris . Ceres , most bounteous lady , thy rich leas Of wheat , rye , barley , vetches , oats , and peas ; Thy turfy mountains , where live nibbling sheep , And flat meads thatch ...
... tongue , all eyes ; be silent . Enter Iris . [ Soft Music . Iris . Ceres , most bounteous lady , thy rich leas Of wheat , rye , barley , vetches , oats , and peas ; Thy turfy mountains , where live nibbling sheep , And flat meads thatch ...
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... tongue . Pant . Where should I lose my tongue ? Launce . In thy tale . Pant . In thy tail ? Launce . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the master , and the service , and the tide . Why , man , if the river were dry , I am able to ...
... tongue . Pant . Where should I lose my tongue ? Launce . In thy tale . Pant . In thy tail ? Launce . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the master , and the service , and the tide . Why , man , if the river were dry , I am able to ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress musick never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE Servant Shal signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Tranio true unto villain What's wife wilt word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 993 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Página 145 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 387 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Página 280 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Página 958 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...