The Plays of William Shakspeare: Merchant of Venice ; As you like it ; All's well that ends well ; Taming of the shrew ; Winter's taleLongman and Company, 1847 |
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... believe , was written in the beginning of the year 1594 . Meres's book was not published till the end of that year . MALONE . Duke of VENICE . Prince of MOROCCO , Suitors to deration of the vessels and their inscriptions, chuses the ...
... believe , was written in the beginning of the year 1594 . Meres's book was not published till the end of that year . MALONE . Duke of VENICE . Prince of MOROCCO , Suitors to deration of the vessels and their inscriptions, chuses the ...
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... Believe me , sir , had I such venture forth , The better part of my affections would Be with my hopes abroad . I should be still Plucking the grass , to know where sits the wind ; Peering in maps , for ports , and piers , and roads ...
... Believe me , sir , had I such venture forth , The better part of my affections would Be with my hopes abroad . I should be still Plucking the grass , to know where sits the wind ; Peering in maps , for ports , and piers , and roads ...
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... Believe me , you are marvellously chang'd . Ant . I hold the world but as the world , Gratiano ; A stage , where every man must play a part , And mine a sad one . Gra . Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles ...
... Believe me , you are marvellously chang'd . Ant . I hold the world but as the world , Gratiano ; A stage , where every man must play a part , And mine a sad one . Gra . Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles ...
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... believe she wept for the death of a third husband : But it is true , without any slips of prolixity , or crossing the plain high - way of talk , -that the good Antonio , the honest Antonio , O that I had a title good enough . to keep ...
... believe she wept for the death of a third husband : But it is true , without any slips of prolixity , or crossing the plain high - way of talk , -that the good Antonio , the honest Antonio , O that I had a title good enough . to keep ...
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... believe ; I'll die for't , but some woman had the ring . Bass . No , by mine honour , madam , by my soul , No woman had it , but a civil doctor , Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me , And begg❜d the ring ; the which I did deny ...
... believe ; I'll die for't , but some woman had the ring . Bass . No , by mine honour , madam , by my soul , No woman had it , but a civil doctor , Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me , And begg❜d the ring ; the which I did deny ...
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Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1826 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antigonus Antonio Autolycus Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Camillo CLEOMENES Count daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honest honour Hortensio i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid MALONE marry master means mistress musick Narbon Nerissa never o'the Orlando Padua Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep Shylock Sicilia signior speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art Touch Tranio unto Vincentio wife Winter's Tale word young
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Página 82 - 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 473 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 73 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Página 48 - I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a...
Página 135 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon ; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Página 18 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Página 13 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes' palaces. It is a good divine, that follows his own instructions ; I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Página 131 - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.