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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... Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , He- lena , go to , no ...
... Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , He- lena , go to , no ...
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... Count . Be thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy father In manners , as in shape ! thy blood , and virtue , Contend for empire in thee ; and thy goodness Share with thy birth - right ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be ...
... Count . Be thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy father In manners , as in shape ! thy blood , and virtue , Contend for empire in thee ; and thy goodness Share with thy birth - right ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be ...
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... count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . 5 Senoys ] The Sanesi , as they are termed by Boccace . Painter , who translates him , calls them Senois . They were the people of a small republick , of which the capital was Sienna ...
... count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . 5 Senoys ] The Sanesi , as they are termed by Boccace . Painter , who translates him , calls them Senois . They were the people of a small republick , of which the capital was Sienna ...
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... count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some six months since , my lord . 9 So in approof lives not his epitaph , As in your royal speech . ] Mr. Heath supposes the meaning to be this : " His ...
... count , Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some six months since , my lord . 9 So in approof lives not his epitaph , As in your royal speech . ] Mr. Heath supposes the meaning to be this : " His ...
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... count ; My son's no dearer . Ber . Thank your majesty . [ Exeunt . Flourish . SCENE III . Rousillon . A Room in the Countess's Palace . Enter Countess , Steward , and Clown ' . Count . I will now hear : what say you of this gentle ...
... count ; My son's no dearer . Ber . Thank your majesty . [ Exeunt . Flourish . SCENE III . Rousillon . A Room in the Countess's Palace . Enter Countess , Steward , and Clown ' . Count . I will now hear : what say you of this gentle ...
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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
Passagens conhecidas
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.