The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Lays and Poems, with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play: the Text of the Plays Corrected by the Manuscript Emendations Contained in the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632G.F. Cooledge and brother, 1855 - 986 páginas |
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... SPEED , a clownish Servant to Valentine . LAUNCE , the like to Proteus . PERSONE . PANTHINO , Servant to Antonio . Host , where Julia lodges . " Outlaws with Valentine . JULIA , beloved of Proteus . 8 SILVIA , beloved of Valentine ...
... SPEED , a clownish Servant to Valentine . LAUNCE , the like to Proteus . PERSONE . PANTHINO , Servant to Antonio . Host , where Julia lodges . " Outlaws with Valentine . JULIA , beloved of Proteus . 8 SILVIA , beloved of Valentine ...
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... SPEED . [ Exit . Speed . Sir Proteus , save you . Saw you my master ? Pro . But now he parted hence to embark for Milan . Speed . Twenty to one , then , he is shipp'd already , And I have play'd the sheep in losing him . Pro . Indeed a ...
... SPEED . [ Exit . Speed . Sir Proteus , save you . Saw you my master ? Pro . But now he parted hence to embark for Milan . Speed . Twenty to one , then , he is shipp'd already , And I have play'd the sheep in losing him . Pro . Indeed a ...
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... SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . k Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . Speed . Why then this may be yours , for this is but one . Val . Ha ! let me see : ay , give it me , it's mine.- Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! Ah ...
... SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . k Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . Speed . Why then this may be yours , for this is but one . Val . Ha ! let me see : ay , give it me , it's mine.- Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! Ah ...
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... Speed . She , that you gaze on so , as she sits at sup- per ? Val . Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean . Speed , Why , sir , I know her not . I writ at random , very doubtfully . [ pains ? Sil . Perchance you think too much of so ...
... Speed . She , that you gaze on so , as she sits at sup- per ? Val . Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean . Speed , Why , sir , I know her not . I writ at random , very doubtfully . [ pains ? Sil . Perchance you think too much of so ...
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... Speed . Ay , but hearken , sir : though the cameleon love can feed on the air , I am one that am nourish'd by my ... Speed . Master , sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress ...
... Speed . Ay , but hearken , sir : though the cameleon love can feed on the air , I am one that am nourish'd by my ... Speed . Master , sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress ...
Términos y frases comunes
art thou Ben Jonson better Biron Blackfriars theatre blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio daughter death doth dramatist Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear folio fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor husband Isab John John Shakespeare Kath king knave lady Launce leave Leon Leonato live look lord Lord Chamberlaine Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble pardon Pedro play Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus quarto queen Richard Burbage Richard III SCENE servant Shakespeare signior soul speak Stratford Stratford-upon-Avon swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue true unto villain wife William Shakespeare word
Pasajes populares
Página 155 - 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 200 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página 298 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'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 Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
Página 331 - This England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, if England to itself do rest but true.
Página 165 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Página 10 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty ; — Seb.
Página 344 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Página 173 - Shylock, we would have moneys :" — you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say, " Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Página 379 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Página 66 - 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.