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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... heaven , When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt ; Under my burthen groan'd ; which rais'd in me An ... Heavens thank you for ' t ! And TEMPEST . [ ( ACT L.
... heaven , When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt ; Under my burthen groan'd ; which rais'd in me An ... Heavens thank you for ' t ! And TEMPEST . [ ( ACT L.
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... heaven , O earth , bear witness to this sound , And crown what I profess with kind event , If I speak true ; if ... Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ? Fer . Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare ...
... heaven , O earth , bear witness to this sound , And crown what I profess with kind event , If I speak true ; if ... Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them ? Fer . Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare ...
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... Heaven , I ratify this my rich gift . O Ferdinand , Do not smile at me that I boast her off , For thou shalt find ... heavens let fall To make this contract grow : but barren hate , Sour - ey'd disdain , and discord , shall bestrew The ...
... Heaven , I ratify this my rich gift . O Ferdinand , Do not smile at me that I boast her off , For thou shalt find ... heavens let fall To make this contract grow : but barren hate , Sour - ey'd disdain , and discord , shall bestrew The ...
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... heaven from earth . Luc . Pray heaven , he prove so , when you come to him ! Jul . Now , as thou lov'st me , do him not that wrong , To bear a hard opinion of his truth : Only deserve my love , by loving him ; And presently go with me ...
... heaven from earth . Luc . Pray heaven , he prove so , when you come to him ! Jul . Now , as thou lov'st me , do him not that wrong , To bear a hard opinion of his truth : Only deserve my love , by loving him ; And presently go with me ...
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... Heaven be judge , how I love Valentine , Whose life's as tender to me as my soul ; And full as much , ( for more there cannot be , ) I do detest false perjur'd Proteus : Therefore be gone , solicit me no more . Pro . What dangerous ...
... Heaven be judge , how I love Valentine , Whose life's as tender to me as my soul ; And full as much , ( for more there cannot be , ) I do detest false perjur'd Proteus : Therefore be gone , solicit me no more . Pro . What dangerous ...
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.