The Plays of William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Merry wives of Windsor ; Twelfth-night ; Measure for measureJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Página 162
... Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight ; he is of substance good . Fal . My honest lads , I will tell you what I am about . Pist . Two yards , and more . Fal . No quips now , Pistol ; indeed I am in the waist two yards about : but I ...
... Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight ; he is of substance good . Fal . My honest lads , I will tell you what I am about . Pist . Two yards , and more . Fal . No quips now , Pistol ; indeed I am in the waist two yards about : but I ...
Página 163
... Ford : we will thrive , lads , we will thrive . Pist . Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become , And by my side wear steel ? then , Lucifer take all ! Nym . I will run no base humour ; here , take the humour letter ; I will keep the ...
... Ford : we will thrive , lads , we will thrive . Pist . Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become , And by my side wear steel ? then , Lucifer take all ! Nym . I will run no base humour ; here , take the humour letter ; I will keep the ...
Página 164
... Ford shall eke unfold , How Falstaff , varlet vile , His dove will prove , his gold will hold , And his soft couch defile . Nym . My humour shall not cool : I will incense Page to deal with poison ; I will possess him with yellownesst ...
... Ford shall eke unfold , How Falstaff , varlet vile , His dove will prove , his gold will hold , And his soft couch defile . Nym . My humour shall not cool : I will incense Page to deal with poison ; I will possess him with yellownesst ...
Página 170
... Ford . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to show to the contrary . Mrs. Page ...
... Ford . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to show to the contrary . Mrs. Page ...
Página 171
... Ford differs ! -To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions , here's the twin brother of thy letter : but let thine inherit first ; for , I protest , mine never shall . I warrant , he hath a thousand of these letters , writ ...
... Ford differs ! -To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions , here's the twin brother of thy letter : but let thine inherit first ; for , I protest , mine never shall . I warrant , he hath a thousand of these letters , writ ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Ariel Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen Slender speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Página 270 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Página 17 - em. Caliban. 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' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Página 328 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day...
Página 372 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Página 27 - 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.
Página 277 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 18 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.