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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... eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wrack , which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee , I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd , that there is no soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair ...
... eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wrack , which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee , I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd , that there is no soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair ...
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... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs ... eye advance , And say , what thou seest yond ' . Mira . What is ' t ? a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ! Believe ...
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs ... eye advance , And say , what thou seest yond ' . Mira . What is ' t ? a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ! Believe ...
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... eyes , never since at ebb , beheld The king my father wrack'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the duke of Milan , And his brave son , being twain . The duke of Milan , [ Aside . Pro . And his more ...
... eyes , never since at ebb , beheld The king my father wrack'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the duke of Milan , And his brave son , being twain . The duke of Milan , [ Aside . Pro . And his more ...
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... eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast asleep . Ant . Noble Sebastian , Thou lett'st thy ... eye , and cheek , proclaim A matter from thee ; and a birth , indeed , Which throes thee much to yield . Ant . Thus ...
... eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast asleep . Ant . Noble Sebastian , Thou lett'st thy ... eye , and cheek , proclaim A matter from thee ; and a birth , indeed , Which throes thee much to yield . Ant . Thus ...
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... eyes open'd , I saw their weapons drawn there was a noise , That's verity : T is best we stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons . Alon . Lead off this ground ; and let's make further search For my ...
... eyes open'd , I saw their weapons drawn there was a noise , That's verity : T is best we stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons . Alon . Lead off this ground ; and let's make further search For my ...
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.