The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 páginas |
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... rich ere we depart , If fairings come thus plentifully in : A lady wall'd about with diamonds ! → Look you , what I have from the loving king . Ros . Madam , came nothing else along with that ? Prin . Nothing but this ? yes , as much ...
... rich ere we depart , If fairings come thus plentifully in : A lady wall'd about with diamonds ! → Look you , what I have from the loving king . Ros . Madam , came nothing else along with that ? Prin . Nothing but this ? yes , as much ...
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... rich taffata . Math . A holy parcel of the fairest dames , [ The ladies turn their backs to him . That ever turn'd their - backs - to mortal view ! Biron . Their eyes , villain , their eyes . Meth . That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal ...
... rich taffata . Math . A holy parcel of the fairest dames , [ The ladies turn their backs to him . That ever turn'd their - backs - to mortal view ! Biron . Their eyes , villain , their eyes . Meth . That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal ...
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... rich things but poor . Res . This proves you wise and rich ; for in my eye , - Biron . I am a fool , and full of poverty . Ros . But that you take what doth to you belong , It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue . Biren . O , I ...
... rich things but poor . Res . This proves you wise and rich ; for in my eye , - Biron . I am a fool , and full of poverty . Ros . But that you take what doth to you belong , It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue . Biren . O , I ...
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... rich wisdom , to excuse , or hide , The liberal opposition of our spirits : If over - boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath , your gentleness Was guilty of it . - Farewell , worthy lord 17 LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . 129 ...
... rich wisdom , to excuse , or hide , The liberal opposition of our spirits : If over - boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath , your gentleness Was guilty of it . - Farewell , worthy lord 17 LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . 129 ...
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... rich with my young ' squire , ) || Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw Would imitate ; and sail upon the land To fetch me trifles , and return again , As from a voyage , rich with merchandize . But she , being mortal , of ...
... rich with my young ' squire , ) || Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw Would imitate ; and sail upon the land To fetch me trifles , and return again , As from a voyage , rich with merchandize . But she , being mortal , of ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood brother Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress ne'er never night noble Northumberland Orla pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff 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
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Página 224 - 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 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 448 - 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 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Página 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Página 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Página 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Página 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Página 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...