The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 2Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... ROSALIND . [ Exit . Cel . Why , cousin ; why , Rosalind ; -Cupid have mercy ! -Not a word ? Ros . Not one to throw at a dog . Cel . No , thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs ; throw some of them at me ; come , lame me ...
... ROSALIND . [ Exit . Cel . Why , cousin ; why , Rosalind ; -Cupid have mercy ! -Not a word ? Ros . Not one to throw at a dog . Cel . No , thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs ; throw some of them at me ; come , lame me ...
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... double sense , has been al- ready illustrated . 3 Celia answers as if Rosalind had said , " love him , for my sake , " which is the implied sense of her words . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , SC . III . ] 271 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... double sense , has been al- ready illustrated . 3 Celia answers as if Rosalind had said , " love him , for my sake , " which is the implied sense of her words . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , SC . III . ] 271 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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... Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more grieved than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Pr'ythee be cheerful . Know'st thou not , the duke Hath banished ...
... Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more grieved than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Pr'ythee be cheerful . Know'st thou not , the duke Hath banished ...
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... ROSALIND in boy's clothes , CELIA dressed like a Shepherdess , and TOUCHSTONE . Ros . O Jupiter ! how weary1 are my spirits ! Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my heart to disgrace my ...
... ROSALIND in boy's clothes , CELIA dressed like a Shepherdess , and TOUCHSTONE . Ros . O Jupiter ! how weary1 are my spirits ! Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my heart to disgrace my ...
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... Rosalind ! these trees shall be my books , And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ; That every eye , which in this forest looks , Shall see thy virtue witnessed every where . Run , run , Orlando ; carve , on every tree , The fair ...
... Rosalind ! these trees shall be my books , And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ; That every eye , which in this forest looks , Shall see thy virtue witnessed every where . Run , run , Orlando ; carve , on every tree , The fair ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volume 2 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1850 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bianca Bion Biondello Biron Boyet comes Costard Count daughter Demetrius doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool fortune friends gentle give grace Gremio hath hear heart Heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta honor Hortensio Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot look lord lovers Lucentio Lysander madam maid marry master means mistress Moth Nerissa never night oath Oberon old copy reads Orlando Padua Petruchio PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray Puck Pyramus ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE seignior Shakspeare Shylock Sirrah speak swear sweet tell thee Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch Tranio true unto Venice wife word young
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Página 205 - 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 Jew wrong a Christian,...
Página 18 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 239 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in,...
Página 271 - 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 161 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Página 287 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, 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...
Página 271 - 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 240 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature ; The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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.