The Plays of Shakspeare, Volumen14Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... causes him to be known to his father as Fabrizio , not Lelia . Flaminio follows in wrath , to find in Isabella's room his faithless page . Her old nurse Clementia tells Flaminio the story of Lelia's service to him as Fabio . Lelia then ...
... causes him to be known to his father as Fabrizio , not Lelia . Flaminio follows in wrath , to find in Isabella's room his faithless page . Her old nurse Clementia tells Flaminio the story of Lelia's service to him as Fabio . Lelia then ...
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... cause , not we , For such as we are made of , such we be.- How will this fadge ? My master loves her dearly ; And I , poor monster , fond as much on him As she , mistaken , seems to dote on me . What will become of this ? As I am man ...
... cause , not we , For such as we are made of , such we be.- How will this fadge ? My master loves her dearly ; And I , poor monster , fond as much on him As she , mistaken , seems to dote on me . What will become of this ? As I am man ...
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... on him love him and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work . Sir To . What wilt thou do ? : Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure 74 TWELFTH - NIGHT . beard , the shape of Scene 3. ] 73 TWELFTH - NIGHT .
... on him love him and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work . Sir To . What wilt thou do ? : Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure 74 TWELFTH - NIGHT . beard , the shape of Scene 3. ] 73 TWELFTH - NIGHT .
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... cause ; But rather , reason thus with reason fetter , — Love sought is good , but given unsought is better . Vio . By innocence I swear , and by my youth , here 98 TWELFTH - NIGHT . And that no woman has Scene 1. ] 97 TWELFTH - NIGHT .
... cause ; But rather , reason thus with reason fetter , — Love sought is good , but given unsought is better . Vio . By innocence I swear , and by my youth , here 98 TWELFTH - NIGHT . And that no woman has Scene 1. ] 97 TWELFTH - NIGHT .
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... on to do ' t by Sir Toby . Vio . Why do you speak to me ? I never hurt you : You drew your sword upon me without cause ; rede mox fair and hurt you not have hurt me : I think you set nothing by 142 [ Act V. TWELFTH - NIGHT .
... on to do ' t by Sir Toby . Vio . Why do you speak to me ? I never hurt you : You drew your sword upon me without cause ; rede mox fair and hurt you not have hurt me : I think you set nothing by 142 [ Act V. TWELFTH - NIGHT .
Términos y frases comunes
Antigonus Apolonius AUTOLYCUS beauty began Bellaria better beyng Bohemia brother Camillo Capnio Cesario child CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear death Delphos Dorastus dost Duke Egistus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN father Fawnia fear FLORIZEL fool fortune Franion gentleman give hand hath haue hear heard heart heavens Hermione honour Illyria Iulina king lady Lelia Leon Leontes look lord madam Malvolio MARIA married matter mind never night noble Olivia oracle Orsino Pandosto Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes poor Porrus pray prince queen Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakespeare Shep shepherd Sicilia Silla Siluio Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH Sir Topas sorrow speak swear sweet tell thee there's thou art thou hast thought TWELFTH-NIGHT tyme Viola vnto whither wife WINTER'S TALE young
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Página 78 - 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 80 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 19 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 60 - Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me. Oli. You might do much: What is your parentage?
Página 98 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
Página 99 - 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 98 - re welcome, sir. — Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. — Reverend sirs, For you there 's rosemary and rue ; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long : Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing ! Pol.
Página 28 - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Página 152 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.