The tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labor lostG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... tongue ! Alon . I prithee , spare . Gon . Well , I have done : but yet , — Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which , of he or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? Seb . The old cock . 30 Ant . The SCENE I. ] 21 THE TEMPEST .
... tongue ! Alon . I prithee , spare . Gon . Well , I have done : but yet , — Seb . He will be talking . Ant . Which , of he or Adrian , for a good wager , first begins to crow ? Seb . The old cock . 30 Ant . The SCENE I. ] 21 THE TEMPEST .
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... tongues Do hiss me into madness . * Grimace . Enter TRINCULO . Lo , now , lo ! † Twisted . Here comes a spirit of his , and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance he will not mind me . Trin . Here's ...
... tongues Do hiss me into madness . * Grimace . Enter TRINCULO . Lo , now , lo ! † Twisted . Here comes a spirit of his , and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance he will not mind me . Trin . Here's ...
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... tongue with a tang , * Would cry to a sailor , Go hang ! * Sound . She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang ! This is a scurvy tune ...
... tongue with a tang , * Would cry to a sailor , Go hang ! * Sound . She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch , Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch : Then to sea , boys , and let her go hang ! This is a scurvy tune ...
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... tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I liked several women ; never any With so full soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed And put it to the foil : * but you ...
... tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I liked several women ; never any With so full soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed And put it to the foil : * but you ...
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... tongue in sack : for my part , the sea cannot drown me ; I swam , ere I could recover the shore , five and thirty leagues off and on . By this light , thou shalt be my lieutenant , monster , or my standard . Trin . Your lieutenant , if ...
... tongue in sack : for my part , the sea cannot drown me ; I swam , ere I could recover the shore , five and thirty leagues off and on . By this light , thou shalt be my lieutenant , monster , or my standard . Trin . Your lieutenant , if ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Angelo Anne ANTIPHOLUS Ariel Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio Costard daughter dost thou doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Escal Evans Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fool forsworn friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter Hero hither honour Host husband Isab King lady Launce Leon Leonato letter look lord Lucio madam maid Marry Master Brook Master constable master doctor Mistress Ford Moth never night pardon Pedro Pompey pray prince Pros Proteus Prov provost Quick Re-enter SCENE Shal Signior Silvia Sir John Falstaff Slen Slender speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Trin Trinculo Valentine villain What's wife woman word ΙΟ
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Página 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Página 513 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 42 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming. The clouds, methought, would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that when I waked I cried to dream again.
Página 65 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Página 512 - Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 228 - We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch and not their terror.
Página 115 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Página 56 - Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Página 16 - t had been done! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. PROSPERO. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other. When thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known.
Página 56 - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs...