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 94
... FORD . Mrs. PAGE . Mrs. ANNE PAGE , her daughter . Mrs. QUICKLY , servant to Dr. Caius . Servants to Page , Ford , & c . ACT I. SCENE I. - Windsor . Garden Front of Page's House . Enter Justice SHallow , SlendeR , and Sir HUGH EVANS ...
... FORD . Mrs. PAGE . Mrs. ANNE PAGE , her daughter . Mrs. QUICKLY , servant to Dr. Caius . Servants to Page , Ford , & c . ACT I. SCENE I. - Windsor . Garden Front of Page's House . Enter Justice SHallow , SlendeR , and Sir HUGH EVANS ...
Página 97
... Ford ? Fal . Mistress Ford , by my troth , you are very well met : by your leave , good mistress . [ Kissing her . Page . Wife , bid these gentlemen welcome : Come , we have a hot venison pasty to dinner ; come , gentlemen , I hope we ...
... Ford ? Fal . Mistress Ford , by my troth , you are very well met : by your leave , good mistress . [ Kissing her . Page . Wife , bid these gentlemen welcome : Come , we have a hot venison pasty to dinner ; come , gentlemen , I hope we ...
Página 100
... Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight ; he is of substance good . Fal . My honest lads , I will tell you what I ... Ford's wife ; I spy entertainment in her ; she discourses , she carves , she gives the leer of invitation : I can ...
... Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight ; he is of substance good . Fal . My honest lads , I will tell you what I ... Ford's wife ; I spy entertainment in her ; she discourses , she carves , she gives the leer of invitation : I can ...
Página 101
... Ford . Pist . And I to Page shall eke unfold , How Falstaff , varlet vile , His dove will prove , his gold will hold , And his soft couch defile . Nym . My humour shall not cool : I will incense Ford to deal with poison ; I will possess ...
... Ford . Pist . And I to Page shall eke unfold , How Falstaff , varlet vile , His dove will prove , his gold will hold , And his soft couch defile . Nym . My humour shall not cool : I will incense Ford to deal with poison ; I will possess ...
Página 105
... Ford . Mrs. Page . ill . Mrs. Ford . contrary . Mrs. Page . Mrs. Ford . Enter Mistress FORD . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . And trust me , I was coming to you . You look very Nay , I'll ne'er believe that ; I ...
... Ford . Mrs. Page . ill . Mrs. Ford . contrary . Mrs. Page . Mrs. Ford . Enter Mistress FORD . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . And trust me , I was coming to you . You look very Nay , I'll ne'er believe that ; I ...
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
Pasajes populares
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.