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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... I'll set thee free for this ! -A word , good sir ; I fear you have done yourself some wrong : a word . Mira . Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my ...
... I'll set thee free for this ! -A word , good sir ; I fear you have done yourself some wrong : a word . Mira . Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my ...
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... I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And I will kiss thy foot : I prithee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ; when his god's asleep he ' ll rob his bottle . Cal . I'll kiss thy foot : I ...
... I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; And I will kiss thy foot : I prithee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ; when his god's asleep he ' ll rob his bottle . Cal . I'll kiss thy foot : I ...
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... I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds , and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock : Wilt thou go with me ? Ste . I prithee now , lead the way , without any more talking.- Trinculo , the king and all our company else being ...
... I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds , and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock : Wilt thou go with me ? Ste . I prithee now , lead the way , without any more talking.- Trinculo , the king and all our company else being ...
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... I'll bear your logs the while : Pray give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature : I had rather crack my sinews , break my back , Than you should such dishonour undergo , While I sit lazy by . Mira . It would ...
... I'll bear your logs the while : Pray give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature : I had rather crack my sinews , break my back , Than you should such dishonour undergo , While I sit lazy by . Mira . It would ...
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... I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mira . My mistress , dearest , My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e ...
... I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mira . My mistress , dearest , My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e ...
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.