The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volumen2F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Página 9
... thank thee : Lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Olivia's House . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By ...
... thank thee : Lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Olivia's House . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By ...
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... thank you . Here comes the count ! Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret ...
... thank you . Here comes the count ! Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret ...
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... thank you for your pains : spend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd post , lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's ...
... thank you for your pains : spend this for me . Vio . I am no fee'd post , lady ; keep your purse ; My master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's ...
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... thank my stars , I am happy . I will be strange , stout , in yellow stockings , and cross - gartered , even with the swiftness of putting on . Jove , and my stars be praised ! Here is yet a postscript . Thou canst not choose but know ...
... thank my stars , I am happy . I will be strange , stout , in yellow stockings , and cross - gartered , even with the swiftness of putting on . Jove , and my stars be praised ! Here is yet a postscript . Thou canst not choose but know ...
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... thanks , And thanks , and ever thanks : Often good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay : But , were my worth , as is my conscience , firm , You should find better dealing . What's to do ? Shall we go see the reliques of this ...
... thanks , And thanks , and ever thanks : Often good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay : But , were my worth , as is my conscience , firm , You should find better dealing . What's to do ? Shall we go see the reliques of this ...
Términos y frases comunes
bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father favour fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato look lord Angelo Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Marry master master constable mean mistress moon Moth musick never night Oberon pardon Pedro PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare signior sing Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
Pasajes populares
Página 100 - 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.
Página 37 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 5 - 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 365 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Página 127 - Alas ! alas ? Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgement, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made *°. Ang.
Página 251 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Página 146 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 322 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 408 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Página 445 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.