Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As y@u like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrewCharles C. Little and James Brown, 1844 |
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... Moth ! and Mustard - seed ! 1 Fai . Ready . 2 Fai . 3 Fai . 4 Fai . Enter four Fairies . And I. And I. And I. All . Where shall we go ? Tita . Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks , and gambol in his eyes ; Feed ...
... Moth ! and Mustard - seed ! 1 Fai . Ready . 2 Fai . 3 Fai . 4 Fai . Enter four Fairies . And I. And I. And I. All . Where shall we go ? Tita . Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks , and gambol in his eyes ; Feed ...
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... MOTH , Page to Armado . A Forester . Princess of France . ROSALINE , MARIA , KATHARINE , Ladies , attending on the Princess . JAQUENETTA , a Country Wench . Officers and Others , Attendants on the King and Princess . SCENE . Navarre ...
... MOTH , Page to Armado . A Forester . Princess of France . ROSALINE , MARIA , KATHARINE , Ladies , attending on the Princess . JAQUENETTA , a Country Wench . Officers and Others , Attendants on the King and Princess . SCENE . Navarre ...
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... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp.1 Moth . No , no ; O lord , sir , no ...
... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp.1 Moth . No , no ; O lord , sir , no ...
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... Moth . Speak you this in my praise , master ? Arm . In thy condign praise . Moth . I will praise an eel with the same praise . Arm . What ? that an eel is ingenious ? Moth . That an eel is quick . Arm . I do say , thou art quick in ...
... Moth . Speak you this in my praise , master ? Arm . In thy condign praise . Moth . I will praise an eel with the same praise . Arm . What ? that an eel is ingenious ? Moth . That an eel is quick . Arm . I do say , thou art quick in ...
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... Moth . Samson , master . He was a man of good carriage , great carriage ! For he carried the town- gates on his back ... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Arm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or ...
... Moth . Samson , master . He was a man of good carriage , great carriage ! For he carried the town- gates on his back ... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Arm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or ...
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Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As y@u ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1844 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bianca Bion Biondello Biron Boyet comes Costard Count daughter Demetrius doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool fortune friends gentle give grace Gremio hath hear heart Heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta honor Hortensio Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot look lord lovers Lucentio Lysander madam maid marry master means mistress Moth Nerissa never night oath Oberon old copy reads Orlando Padua Petruchio PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray Puck Pyramus ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE seignior Shakspeare Shylock Sirrah speak swear sweet tell thee Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch Tranio true unto Venice wife word young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 20 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 183 - Shylock, we would have moneys :' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say, ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats?
Página 208 - To bait fish withal : if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Página 275 - 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.
Página 241 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Página 57 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Página 215 - You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am : though, for myself alone, I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better ; yet, for you, I would be trebled twenty times myself : A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich...
Página 165 - Tu-whit, 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...
Página 253 - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
Página 129 - Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil : But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain ; But, -with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.