The Plays of William ShakespeareT. Tegg, 1827 - 791 páginas |
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Página 141
... lord . [ Exit . Biron . This fellow pecks up wit , as pigeons peas ; And utters it again when God doth please : He is wit's pedler ; and retails his wares At wakes , and wassels , meetings , markets , fairs ; And we that sell by gross ...
... lord . [ Exit . Biron . This fellow pecks up wit , as pigeons peas ; And utters it again when God doth please : He is wit's pedler ; and retails his wares At wakes , and wassels , meetings , markets , fairs ; And we that sell by gross ...
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... lord ; I give them with this ring ; Which when you part from , lose , or give away , Let it presage the ruin of your ... lord and lady , it is now our time , That have stood by , and seen our wishes prosper , To cry , good joy ; Good joy ...
... lord ; I give them with this ring ; Which when you part from , lose , or give away , Let it presage the ruin of your ... lord and lady , it is now our time , That have stood by , and seen our wishes prosper , To cry , good joy ; Good joy ...
Página 188
... Lord . O my sweet lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the spark . 2 Lord . O , ' tis brave wars ! Par . Most admirable ; I have seen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too ...
... Lord . O my sweet lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the spark . 2 Lord . O , ' tis brave wars ! Par . Most admirable ; I have seen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too ...
Página 191
... lord ! - Well , I must be patient ; there is no fettering of hate , Loosing upon thee in the name of justice , Without all terms of pity : Speak ! thine answer ! Ber . Pardon , my gracious lord ; for I submit My fancy to your eyes ...
... lord ! - Well , I must be patient ; there is no fettering of hate , Loosing upon thee in the name of justice , Without all terms of pity : Speak ! thine answer ! Ber . Pardon , my gracious lord ; for I submit My fancy to your eyes ...
Página 195
... Lords . 1 Lord . Nay , good my lord , put him to't ; let him have his way . 2 Lord . If your lordship find him not a hilding , hold me no more in your respect . 1 Lord . On my life , my lord , a bubble . Ber . Do you think , I am so far ...
... Lords . 1 Lord . Nay , good my lord , put him to't ; let him have his way . 2 Lord . If your lordship find him not a hilding , hold me no more in your respect . 1 Lord . On my life , my lord , a bubble . Ber . Do you think , I am so far ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms art thou Banquo Bardolph better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress musick never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey 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 tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain What's wife wilt word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 76 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 379 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, 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.
Página 268 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Página 313 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Página 122 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Página 14 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Página 14 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Página 104 - Of every hearer ; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, *a Whiles it was ours.
Página 168 - 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. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Página 295 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.