The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen5Little, Brown, 1872 |
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Antigonus Autolycus Bertram beseech better Bohemia Camillo Clown Collier's folio corruption Count daughter dear dost Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Fool Gent gentleman give hand hath hear heart Heaven Helena Hermione honest honour Illyria King knave lady Lafeu Leon Leontes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Love's Labour's Won Madam maid Malvolio marry means Measure for Measure misprint mistress morris dance Narbon never night noble Note Olivia original Pandosto Parolles passage Paul Paulina play Polixenes pr'ythee pray Queen Rousillon SCENE sense Shakespeare's Shakespeare's day Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH song speak speech Steevens swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thought Twelfth Night wife Winter's Tale word youth
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Página 155 - 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 338 - Dis's wagon ! 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...
Página 90 - Yet am I thankful : if my heart were great, 'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more ; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass.
Página 20 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Página 179 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 82 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 186 - 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 ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 337 - 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.