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Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet sprites , the burden bear . ... urchins Allaying both their fury , and my passion , Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Pro .
Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet sprites , the burden bear . ... urchins Allaying both their fury , and my passion , Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Pro .
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Sweet Proteus , no ; now let us take our leave . Enter Valentine and Proteus . At Milan , let me hear from thee by letters , Of thy ... To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love , Val . As much to you at home ! and so , farewell .
Sweet Proteus , no ; now let us take our leave . Enter Valentine and Proteus . At Milan , let me hear from thee by letters , Of thy ... To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love , Val . As much to you at home ! and so , farewell .
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Tomorrow , may it please you , Don Alphonso , Injurious wasps to feed on such sweet honey , With other gentlemen of good esteem , And kill the bees , that yield it , with your stings ! Are journeying to salute the emperor , I'll kiss ...
Tomorrow , may it please you , Don Alphonso , Injurious wasps to feed on such sweet honey , With other gentlemen of good esteem , And kill the bees , that yield it , with your stings ! Are journeying to salute the emperor , I'll kiss ...
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Sweet , except not any : Val . This is the gentleman , I told your ladyship , Except thou wilt except against my love . Had come along with me , but that his mistress Pro . Have I not reason to prefer mine own ?
Sweet , except not any : Val . This is the gentleman , I told your ladyship , Except thou wilt except against my love . Had come along with me , but that his mistress Pro . Have I not reason to prefer mine own ?
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... and yet I do ; Speed . Launce ! by mine honesty , welcome to Julia I lose , and Valentine I lose : But there I leave to love , where I should love . Milan . Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I If I lose them ...
... and yet I do ; Speed . Launce ! by mine honesty , welcome to Julia I lose , and Valentine I lose : But there I leave to love , where I should love . Milan . Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I If I lose them ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
answer arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother comes Count daughter dead dear death dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear follow fool Ford fortune France gentle give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hold honour hope hour I'll John keep king lady leave Leon live look lord madam marry master mean meet mind mistress never night noble once peace play poor pray present prince reason rest Rich SCENE serve soul speak Speed spirit stand stay sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thought thousand tongue true turn unto wife woman York young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 78 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 381 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Página 270 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Página 315 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Página 124 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Página 16 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, 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 azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Página 16 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Página 106 - Of every hearer ; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, *a Whiles it was ours.
Página 170 - 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. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Página 297 - 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.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Plays of William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editora | T. Tegg, 1827 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 28 Dez 2006 |
| Número de páginas | 791 páginas |
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