The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1Macmillan, 1864 - 1079 páginas |
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... hour destroy us ? Pros . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours and tutors not so careful . Mir . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , For still ' tis ...
... hour destroy us ? Pros . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours and tutors not so careful . Mir . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray you , sir , For still ' tis ...
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... hour One thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known . But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had ...
... hour One thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known . But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had ...
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... hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies : Shortly shall all my labours end , and thou Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little Follow , and do me service . [ Exeunt . ACT V. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell . Enter PROSPERO in his ...
... hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies : Shortly shall all my labours end , and thou Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little Follow , and do me service . [ Exeunt . ACT V. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell . Enter PROSPERO in his ...
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... hour o'erslips me in the day Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of ...
... hour o'erslips me in the day Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of ...
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... hour That Silvia , at Friar Patrick's cell , should meet me . She will not fail , for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before their time ; So much they spur their expedition . See where she comes . Enter SILVIA . Lady , a ...
... hour That Silvia , at Friar Patrick's cell , should meet me . She will not fail , for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before their time ; So much they spur their expedition . See where she comes . Enter SILVIA . Lady , a ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke Duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Glou grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray Prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame Signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word York
Passagens conhecidas
Página 192 - 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.
Página 355 - 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.
Página 202 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.
Página 370 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Página 184 - For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to then ; you come to me, and you say, ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Página 210 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, 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.
Página 456 - 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. This day is...
Página 214 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...