As you like it ; Merchant of Venice ; Winter's taleBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... play'd , eat together ; And wheresoe'er we went , like Juno's swans , Still we went coupled , and inseparable . Duke F. She is too subtle for thee ; and her smoothness , Her very silence , and her patience , Speak to the people , and ...
... play'd , eat together ; And wheresoe'er we went , like Juno's swans , Still we went coupled , and inseparable . Duke F. She is too subtle for thee ; and her smoothness , Her very silence , and her patience , Speak to the people , and ...
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... play in . Faq . All the world's a stage , And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits , and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts , His acts being seven ages . At first , the infant , Mewling ...
... play in . Faq . All the world's a stage , And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits , and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts , His acts being seven ages . At first , the infant , Mewling ...
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... play the knave with him.- Do you hear , forester ? Orl . Very well ; what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't a clock ? Orl . You should ask me what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover ...
... play the knave with him.- Do you hear , forester ? Orl . Very well ; what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't a clock ? Orl . You should ask me what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover ...
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... play'd , Between the pale complexion of true love And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain , Go hence a little , and I shall conduct you , If you will mark it . Ros . O , come , let us remove ; The sight of lovers feedeth those in ...
... play'd , Between the pale complexion of true love And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain , Go hence a little , and I shall conduct you , If you will mark it . Ros . O , come , let us remove ; The sight of lovers feedeth those in ...
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... play the swaggerer ; bear this , bear all : She says , I am not fair ; that I lack manners ; She calls me proud ; and , that she could not love me Were man as rare as phoenix . Od's my will ! Her love is not the hare that I do hunt ...
... play the swaggerer ; bear this , bear all : She says , I am not fair ; that I lack manners ; She calls me proud ; and , that she could not love me Were man as rare as phoenix . Od's my will ! Her love is not the hare that I do hunt ...
Términos y frases comunes
Antigonus Antonio Art thou Audrey AUTOLYCUS Bass Bassanio bear Beau beseech better blood Bohemia bond brother Camillo CELIA CLEOMENES court daughter dear diest dost doth ducats Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father flesh fool forest Forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle gentleman give grace Gratiano hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione hither honest honour JAQUES Jessica king lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leontes live look lord Lorenzo madam marry master MERCHANT OF VENICE mistress Nerissa never Orlando Paul Paulina Phebe Polixenes poor Portia pr'ythee prince queen ring Rosalind Salar SCENE Shep shepherd Shylock Sicilia SILVIUS Solan SOLANIO speak swear sweet tell thing thou art thou hast Touch true Venice wife withal woman young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 41 - 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. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Página 187 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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.
Página 40 - Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Página 23 - 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 34 - Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy^ But winter and rough weather.
Página 147 - I am a Jew. 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.
Página 174 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 261 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. 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 36 - how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 261 - O, Proserpina, For the flowers now; that, frighted, thou lett'st fall From Dis's waggon ! 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 Phcebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...