The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 12Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... countess . VIOLA , in love with the duke . MARIA , Olivia's woman . Lords , Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants . SCENE , a City in ILLYRIA ; and the Sea - coast near it . L TWELFTH - NIGHT . ACT I. SCENE I. -
... countess . VIOLA , in love with the duke . MARIA , Olivia's woman . Lords , Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants . SCENE , a City in ILLYRIA ; and the Sea - coast near it . L TWELFTH - NIGHT . ACT I. SCENE I. -
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... MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in car- lier o'nights ; your cousin , my lady , takes great excep ...
... MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in car- lier o'nights ; your cousin , my lady , takes great excep ...
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... MARIA . Sir To . O knight , thou lack'st a cup of canary : When did I see thee so put down ? Sir And . Never in your life , I think ; unless you see canary put me down : Methinks , sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian , or an ...
... MARIA . Sir To . O knight , thou lack'st a cup of canary : When did I see thee so put down ? Sir And . Never in your life , I think ; unless you see canary put me down : Methinks , sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian , or an ...
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... call his fortunes thine . Vio . I'll do my best , To woo your lady : yet , [ Aside . ] a barful strife ! Whoe'er I woo , myself would be his wife . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. A Room in OLIVIA's House . Enter MARIA SCENE IV . 235 WHAT YOU WILL .
... call his fortunes thine . Vio . I'll do my best , To woo your lady : yet , [ Aside . ] a barful strife ! Whoe'er I woo , myself would be his wife . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. A Room in OLIVIA's House . Enter MARIA SCENE IV . 235 WHAT YOU WILL .
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... MARIA , and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips , so wide as a bristle may enter , in way of thy excuse . My lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me ! he , that is well ...
... MARIA , and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips , so wide as a bristle may enter , in way of thy excuse . My lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me ! he , that is well ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antonio ARIEL beseech Bian blood Boatswain Brabantio Caliban Cassio Cesario Cyprus daughter dear Desdemona devil dost thou doth drowned Duke duke of Milan Emil EMILIA Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN Farewell father fool foul gentleman give hand handkerchief hang hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour i'the Iago Illyria is't knave lady lieutenant look lord madam Malvolio MARIA Marry master Michael Cassio Milan Mira mistress monster Moor Naples never night noble Olivia pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Re-enter Roderigo SCENE SEBASTIAN sing Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas soul speak spirit Stephano strange sweet sword Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast to-night Trin Trinculo twas Venice villain VIOLA What's wife
Passagens conhecidas
Página 74 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Página 63 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Página 71 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 149 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Página 115 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Página 209 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Página 115 - Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Página 205 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 19 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my...
Página 162 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.