The Works of William Shakspeare, Volumen1C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... SIR TOBY BELCH , Uncle of vivia . SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . OLIVIA , a rich Countess . VIOLA , in love with the Duke . MARIA , Olivia's Woman . LORDS , PRIESTS , SAILORS , Offi- CERS , MUSICIANS , and ...
... SIR TOBY BELCH , Uncle of vivia . SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . OLIVIA , a rich Countess . VIOLA , in love with the Duke . MARIA , Olivia's Woman . LORDS , PRIESTS , SAILORS , Offi- CERS , MUSICIANS , and ...
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... SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take ... Andrew Ague - cheek ? Mar. Ay , he . Sir To . He's as tall * a man as any ... Sír Andrew Ague - face . Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ...
... SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take ... Andrew Ague - cheek ? Mar. Ay , he . Sir To . He's as tall * a man as any ... Sír Andrew Ague - face . Enter SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ...
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... SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir To . Approach , Sir Andrew : not to be a - bed after mid- night is to be up betimes ; and diluculo surgere , thou know'st , - Sir And . Nay , by my troth , I know not : but I know , to be up late is to be ...
... SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir To . Approach , Sir Andrew : not to be a - bed after mid- night is to be up betimes ; and diluculo surgere , thou know'st , - Sir And . Nay , by my troth , I know not : but I know , to be up late is to be ...
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... Sir , shall I to this lady ? Duke . Ay , that's the theme . To her in haste ; give her this jewel ; say , My love can give no place , bide no denay . * SCENE V - Olivia's Garden . [ Exeunt . Enter SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK ...
... Sir , shall I to this lady ? Duke . Ay , that's the theme . To her in haste ; give her this jewel ; say , My love can give no place , bide no denay . * SCENE V - Olivia's Garden . [ Exeunt . Enter SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK ...
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... Sir ? Vio . Yes , being kept together , and put to use . Clo . I would play lord Pandarus * of Phrygia , Sir , to ... ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir To . Save you , gentleman . Vio . And you , Sir . Sir And . Dieu vous garde , monsieur . Vio ...
... Sir ? Vio . Yes , being kept together , and put to use . Clo . I would play lord Pandarus * of Phrygia , Sir , to ... ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir To . Save you , gentleman . Vio . And you , Sir . Sir And . Dieu vous garde , monsieur . Vio ...
Términos y frases comunes
Angelo Antonio art thou Bass Beat Benedick better Biron Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dear Demetrius Dogb doth ducats Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero hither honour Host Illyria Isab King lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Madam maid Malvolio marry master constable master doctor mistress Moth never night Pedro Pompey pr'ythee pray Proteus Prov Puck Re-enter Rosalind SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shylock signior Silvia SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Slen soul speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio to-morrow tongue troth true unto Valentine What's woman word youth
Pasajes populares
Página 492 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página 204 - That, to the observer, doth thy history Fully unfold: Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, But to fine issues: nor nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a...
Página 118 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Página 492 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, 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.
Página 148 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which, even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Página 138 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Página 459 - Tarry, Jew: The law hath yet another hold on you. It is enacted in the laws of Venice, If it be proved against an alien, That by direct or indirect attempts He seek the life of any citizen, The party 'gainst the which he doth contrive...