The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Volume 5Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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... Marry , Sir , half a day's journey ; and I'll tell you , he hath a fair daughter , and to - morrow is her birthday ; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world , to just and tourney for her love . Per . Did but ...
... Marry , Sir , half a day's journey ; and I'll tell you , he hath a fair daughter , and to - morrow is her birthday ; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world , to just and tourney for her love . Per . Did but ...
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... Marry , whip thee , gosling : I think I shall have some- thing to do with you . Come , you are a young foolish sapling , and must be bowed as I would have you . Mar. The gods defend me ! Bawd . If it please the gods to defend you by men ...
... Marry , whip thee , gosling : I think I shall have some- thing to do with you . Come , you are a young foolish sapling , and must be bowed as I would have you . Mar. The gods defend me ! Bawd . If it please the gods to defend you by men ...
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... Marry hang you ! she's born to undo us . Will you not go the way of women - kind ? Marry come up , my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays ! Boult . Come , mistress ; come your way with me . Mar. Whither would you have me ? [ Exit ...
... Marry hang you ! she's born to undo us . Will you not go the way of women - kind ? Marry come up , my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays ! Boult . Come , mistress ; come your way with me . Mar. Whither would you have me ? [ Exit ...
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... marry her at Pentapolis . And now , This ornament * that makes me look so dismal , Will I , my loved Marina , clip to form ; And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd , To grace thy marriage - day , I'll beautify . Thai . Lord ...
... marry her at Pentapolis . And now , This ornament * that makes me look so dismal , Will I , my loved Marina , clip to form ; And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd , To grace thy marriage - day , I'll beautify . Thai . Lord ...
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... Marry , Sir , what reason had you , when my sister was in the barn , to tumble her upon the hay , and to fish her belly ? Strum . Mass , thou say'st true . Well , but would you have me marry her therefore ? No , I scorn her , and you ...
... Marry , Sir , what reason had you , when my sister was in the barn , to tumble her upon the hay , and to fish her belly ? Strum . Mass , thou say'st true . Well , but would you have me marry her therefore ? No , I scorn her , and you ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Albanact Andronicus ASSARACUS Bawd beauty blood Boult brother captain Corineus Crom Cromwell daughter dead death devil DIONYZA dost thou doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flow Flowerdale foul gentleman give Goths grace grief hand Harpool hath hear heart heaven Henry Hodge honour Humber husband Idle king knave lady Lavinia live Locrine look Lord Cobham Luce Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS marry Master mistress ne'er never night noble Oath Oliver Pericles pity poor pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE revenge Roch Rome SCENE Scythians shame Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lanc Sir Lancelot Sirrah sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra thyself Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue troth true unto villain Weath weep wife wilt words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 502 - CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without...
Página 465 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 474 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Página 461 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou...
Página 487 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Página 472 - The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses. Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made: And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.
Página 463 - May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Points on me graciously with fair aspect And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Página 394 - By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still ; Anon their loud alarums he doth hear ; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.
Página 500 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best...
Página 473 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.