The Works of William Shakespeare: The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's tale. King John. King Richard IIBernhard Tauchnitz, 1868 |
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Página 407
... York . SIR PIERCE of Exton . THOMAS MOWBRAY , duke of Nor- Captain of a band of Welshmen . folk . DUKE OF SURREY . EARL OF Salisbury . LORD BERKLEY . BUSHY , BAGOT , GREEN , Queen to King Richard . DUCHESS OF YORK . DUCHESS OF Gloster ...
... York . SIR PIERCE of Exton . THOMAS MOWBRAY , duke of Nor- Captain of a band of Welshmen . folk . DUKE OF SURREY . EARL OF Salisbury . LORD BERKLEY . BUSHY , BAGOT , GREEN , Queen to King Richard . DUCHESS OF YORK . DUCHESS OF Gloster ...
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... York . Lo , this is all : nay , yet depart not so ; Though this be all , do not so quickly go ; I shall remember more . Bid him ah , what ? With all good speed at Plashy visit me . Alack , and what shall good old York there see , But ...
... York . Lo , this is all : nay , yet depart not so ; Though this be all , do not so quickly go ; I shall remember more . Bid him ah , what ? With all good speed at Plashy visit me . Alack , and what shall good old York there see , But ...
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... York and others standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come , that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth ? York . Vex not yourself , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear ...
... York and others standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come , that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth ? York . Vex not yourself , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear ...
Página 427
... York . No ; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds , As , praises of his state : then there are found Lascivious metres , to whose venom - sound The open ear of youth doth always listen ; Report of fashions in proud Italy , Whose ...
... York . No ; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds , As , praises of his state : then there are found Lascivious metres , to whose venom - sound The open ear of youth doth always listen ; Report of fashions in proud Italy , Whose ...
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... York . The king is come : deal mildly with his youth ; For young hot colts being rag'd do rage the more . Queen . How fares our noble uncle , Lancaster ? K. Rich . What comfort , man ? how is't with aged Gaunt ? Gaunt . O , how that ...
... York . The king is come : deal mildly with his youth ; For young hot colts being rag'd do rage the more . Queen . How fares our noble uncle , Lancaster ? K. Rich . What comfort , man ? how is't with aged Gaunt ? Gaunt . O , how that ...
Términos y frases comunes
Antigonus Aumerle Baptista Bast Bianca Bion Biondello Bishop of Carlisle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo CHIG Count daughter dear death doth Duke Duke of Hereford Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear fool France friends Gaunt gentleman give grief Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Illyria John Kate Kath king King John knave lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua PANDULPH pardon peace Petruchio pray prince prithee queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia Signior Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Sirrah soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio UNIV wife word
Pasajes populares
Página 434 - Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Página 293 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of,...
Página 412 - 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.
Página 292 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather ; but The art itself is nature.
Página 457 - All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
Página 430 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Página 191 - 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.
Página 190 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Página 482 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas , poor Hi chard-! where rode 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 482 - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced 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...