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... is't , count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some six months since , my lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ; - Lend me an arm ; -the rest have worn me out With several ...
... is't , count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some six months since , my lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ; - Lend me an arm ; -the rest have worn me out With several ...
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... is't so ? If it be so , you have wound a goodly clue ; If it be not , forswear't : howe'er , I charge thee , As heaven shall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good madam , pardon me ! Count . Do you love my son ? Hel ...
... is't so ? If it be so , you have wound a goodly clue ; If it be not , forswear't : howe'er , I charge thee , As heaven shall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good madam , pardon me ! Count . Do you love my son ? Hel ...
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... is't I That chase thee from thy country , and Those tender limbs of thine to the event Of the none - sparing war ? and is it I expose That drive thee from the sportive court , where thou Wast shot at with fair eyes , to be the mark Of ...
... is't I That chase thee from thy country , and Those tender limbs of thine to the event Of the none - sparing war ? and is it I expose That drive thee from the sportive court , where thou Wast shot at with fair eyes , to be the mark Of ...
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... Is't not a handsome gen- tleman ? Hel . I like him well . Dia . ' Tis pity he is not honest : Yond's that same knave , That leads him to these places ; were I his lady , I'd poison that vile rascal . Hel . Which is he ? Dia . That jack ...
... Is't not a handsome gen- tleman ? Hel . I like him well . Dia . ' Tis pity he is not honest : Yond's that same knave , That leads him to these places ; were I his lady , I'd poison that vile rascal . Hel . Which is he ? Dia . That jack ...
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... Is't but a drum ? A drum so lost ? There was an excellent command ! to charge in with our horse upon our own wings , and to rend our own soldiers . 2 Lord . That was not to be blamed in the com- mand of the service ; it was a disaster ...
... Is't but a drum ? A drum so lost ? There was an excellent command ! to charge in with our horse upon our own wings , and to rend our own soldiers . 2 Lord . That was not to be blamed in the com- mand of the service ; it was a disaster ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the is't Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Narbon never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister sleep speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife Witch
Passagens conhecidas
Página 378 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Página 374 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Página 250 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Página 378 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Página 188 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Página 382 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep...
Página 382 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Página 367 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Página 426 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Página 406 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.