The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 3T. Bensley, 1803 |
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... sister : Can't no other , But , I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter- in - law ; God shield , you mean it not ! daughter , and mother , So strive upon your pulse : What , pale again ...
... sister : Can't no other , But , I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter- in - law ; God shield , you mean it not ! daughter , and mother , So strive upon your pulse : What , pale again ...
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... sister , Widow . } Daughters to Baptista . Tailor , Haberdasher , and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio . SCENE , sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country . TAMING OF THE SHREW . / INDUCTION ...
... sister , Widow . } Daughters to Baptista . Tailor , Haberdasher , and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio . SCENE , sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country . TAMING OF THE SHREW . / INDUCTION ...
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... Sister , content you in my discontent.- Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books , and instruments , shall be my company ; On them to look , and practise by myself . Luc . Hark , Tranio ! thou may'st hear Minerva TAMING OF ...
... Sister , content you in my discontent.- Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books , and instruments , shall be my company ; On them to look , and practise by myself . Luc . Hark , Tranio ! thou may'st hear Minerva TAMING OF ...
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... sister . Gre . A husband ! a devil . Hor . I say , a husband . Gre . I say , a devil : Think'st thou , Hortensio , though her father be very rich , any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ? Hor . Tush , Gremio ! though it pass ...
... sister . Gre . A husband ! a devil . Hor . I say , a husband . Gre . I say , a devil : Think'st thou , Hortensio , though her father be very rich , any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ? Hor . Tush , Gremio ! though it pass ...
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... had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand . Tra . Saw you no more ? mark'd you not , how her sister Began to scold ; and raise up such a storm 18 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand . Tra . Saw you no more ? mark'd you not , how her sister Began to scold ; and raise up such a storm 18 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Camillo Cleomenes Clown Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance Gent gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Narbon never noble o'the Padua Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister Siward sleep speak sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife wilt Winter's Tale Witch Мас
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Página 54 - 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 69 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Página 17 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off: 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 18 - Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 13 - Come, 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 8 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Página 22 - 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 68 - 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 80 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 84 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair * Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.