The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 páginas |
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... night : Adieu , be vigitant , I beseech you . Dogb . A good old man , sir ; he. Dogb . Truly , I would not hang a dog by my will ; much more a man who hath any honesty in him . Verg . If you heara child cry in the night , you must call ...
... night : Adieu , be vigitant , I beseech you . Dogb . A good old man , sir ; he. Dogb . Truly , I would not hang a dog by my will ; much more a man who hath any honesty in him . Verg . If you heara child cry in the night , you must call ...
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... night , overheard me confessing to this man , how Don John your brother incensed me to slander the lady Hero ; how you were brought into the orchard , and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments ; how you disgraced her , when you ...
... night , overheard me confessing to this man , how Don John your brother incensed me to slander the lady Hero ; how you were brought into the orchard , and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments ; how you disgraced her , when you ...
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... night , And make a dark night too of half the day ; ) Which , I hope well , is not enrolled there : O , these are barren tasks , too hard to keep ; Not to see ladies , study , fast , not sleep . King . Your oath is pass'd to pass away ...
... night , And make a dark night too of half the day ; ) Which , I hope well , is not enrolled there : O , these are barren tasks , too hard to keep ; Not to see ladies , study , fast , not sleep . King . Your oath is pass'd to pass away ...
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... night , the charge , and thanking , Shall be for me ; and , to requite you further , I will bestow some precepts on this virgin , Worthy the note . Both . We'll take your offer kindly . [ Exe . SCENE VI - Camp before Florence . Enter ...
... night , the charge , and thanking , Shall be for me ; and , to requite you further , I will bestow some precepts on this virgin , Worthy the note . Both . We'll take your offer kindly . [ Exe . SCENE VI - Camp before Florence . Enter ...
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... night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour : he kath given her his monumental ring , and thinks him- self made in the unchaste composition . 1 Lerd . Now , God delay our rebellion ; as we are ourselves , what things are we ! 2 ...
... night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour : he kath given her his monumental ring , and thinks him- self made in the unchaste composition . 1 Lerd . Now , God delay our rebellion ; as we are ourselves , what things are we ! 2 ...
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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...