The Plays of Shakspeare, Volumen14Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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Página 40
... death of her brother thus ? I am sure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier o ' nights : your cousin , my lady , takes great 11 1 Mar. Ay , but you must confine yourself within the [ Act L.
... death of her brother thus ? I am sure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier o ' nights : your cousin , my lady , takes great 11 1 Mar. Ay , but you must confine yourself within the [ Act L.
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... death shake him infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ; Sir Toby will be sworn that I am no fox ; but he will not pass ...
... death shake him infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ; Sir Toby will be sworn that I am no fox ; but he will not pass ...
Página 78
... death , And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away , Ay 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 . Not a flower , not a ...
... death , And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away , Ay 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 . Not a flower , not a ...
Página 81
... death with melancholy . Sir To . Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly , rascally sheep - biter come by some notable shame ! Fab . I would exult , man : you know , he brought me out o ' favour with my lady about a bear - bait ...
... death with melancholy . Sir To . Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly , rascally sheep - biter come by some notable shame ! Fab . I would exult , man : you know , he brought me out o ' favour with my lady about a bear - bait ...
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... death and selpulchre : hob , nob , is his word give ' t or take't . : Vio . I will return again into the house , and desire some conduct of the lady . I am no fighter . I have heard of some kind of men , that put quar- rels purposely on ...
... death and selpulchre : hob , nob , is his word give ' t or take't . : Vio . I will return again into the house , and desire some conduct of the lady . I am no fighter . I have heard of some kind of men , that put quar- rels purposely on ...
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.