Works: Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night, or What you will. Winter's tale. King JohnG. Routledge, 1889 |
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Página 57
... count . Val . How painted ? and how out of count ? Speed . Marry , sir , so painted , to make her fair , that no inan counts of her beauty . Val . How esteemest thou me ! I account of her beauty . Speed . You never saw her since she was ...
... count . Val . How painted ? and how out of count ? Speed . Marry , sir , so painted , to make her fair , that no inan counts of her beauty . Val . How esteemest thou me ! I account of her beauty . Speed . You never saw her since she was ...
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... count the world a stranger for thy sake . The private wound is deepest : O time most accurs'd ! Mongst all foes , that a friend should be the worst . Pro . My shame , and guilt , confounds me.— Forgive me , Valentine ; if hearty sorrow ...
... count the world a stranger for thy sake . The private wound is deepest : O time most accurs'd ! Mongst all foes , that a friend should be the worst . Pro . My shame , and guilt , confounds me.— Forgive me , Valentine ; if hearty sorrow ...
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... count you my deer . Fal . I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass . Ford . Ay , and an ox too ; both the proofs are extant . Fal . And these are not fairies ? I was three or four times in the thought they were not fairies and yet ...
... count you my deer . Fal . I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass . Ford . Ay , and an ox too ; both the proofs are extant . Fal . And these are not fairies ? I was three or four times in the thought they were not fairies and yet ...
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... count Claudio : I can be secret as a dumb man , I would have you think so ; but on my allegiance , -mark you this , on my allegiance : -He is in love . With who ? -now that is your grace's part . Mark how short his answer is : —With ...
... count Claudio : I can be secret as a dumb man , I would have you think so ; but on my allegiance , -mark you this , on my allegiance : -He is in love . With who ? -now that is your grace's part . Mark how short his answer is : —With ...
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... count Claudio , walking in a thick - pleached alley in my orchard , were thus overheard by a man of mine : The prince discovered to Claudio that he loved my niece , your daughter , and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance ; and ...
... count Claudio , walking in a thick - pleached alley in my orchard , were thus overheard by a man of mine : The prince discovered to Claudio that he loved my niece , your daughter , and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance ; and ...
Términos y frases comunes
Angelo art thou Bast Beat Benedick better Biron blood Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dear death dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab John Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night pardon Pedro Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus Puck Re-enter Rosalind SCENE servant Shylock signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue Tranio troth true unto villain What's wife woman word
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Página 793 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — 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 464 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam. The seasons' difference, — as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body. Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say 'This is no flattery' — these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.