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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... hath such senses As we have , such : This gallant , which thou seest , Was in the wrack ; and but he's something stain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou might'st call him A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows , And ...
... hath such senses As we have , such : This gallant , which thou seest , Was in the wrack ; and but he's something stain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou might'st call him A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows , And ...
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... hath been said , As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground : and it shall be said so again , while Stephano breathes at nostrils . Cal . The spirit torments me : O ! Ste . This is some monster of the isle ...
... hath been said , As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground : and it shall be said so again , while Stephano breathes at nostrils . Cal . The spirit torments me : O ! Ste . This is some monster of the isle ...
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... hath drowned his tongue in sack : for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover the shore , five - and - thirty leagues , off and on . By this light , thou shalt be my lieutenant , monster , or my standard . Trin ...
... hath drowned his tongue in sack : for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover the shore , five - and - thirty leagues , off and on . By this light , thou shalt be my lieutenant , monster , or my standard . Trin ...
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... hath to instrument this lower world , And what is in ' t , ) the never - surfeited sea Hath caus'd to belch up you , and on this island Where man doth not inhabit ; you ' mongst men Being most unfit to live . I have made you mad ...
... hath to instrument this lower world , And what is in ' t , ) the never - surfeited sea Hath caus'd to belch up you , and on this island Where man doth not inhabit ; you ' mongst men Being most unfit to live . I have made you mad ...
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... hath taught her suitor , He being her pupil , to become her tutor . O excellent device ! was there ever heard a ... hath not writ to me ? Speed . What need she , when she hath made you write to your- self ? Why , do you not perceive the ...
... hath taught her suitor , He being her pupil , to become her tutor . O excellent device ! was there ever heard a ... hath not writ to me ? Speed . What need she , when she hath made you write to your- self ? Why , do you not perceive the ...
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.