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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... Stay , not yet .'— Pro . Sit down ; The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not ...
... Stay , not yet .'— Pro . Sit down ; The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not ...
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... stay ; to - morrow thou must go.— Come on , Panthino ; you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition . [ Exeunt ANT . and PAN . Pro . Thus have I shunn'd the fire , for fear of burning ; And drench'd me in the sea , where I am drown ...
... stay ; to - morrow thou must go.— Come on , Panthino ; you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition . [ Exeunt ANT . and PAN . Pro . Thus have I shunn'd the fire , for fear of burning ; And drench'd me in the sea , where I am drown ...
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... stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of tears ; That tide will stay me longer than I should : Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ; For truth ...
... stays my coming ; answer not ; The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of tears ; That tide will stay me longer than I should : Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ; For truth ...
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... stay at home , and go not . Nay , that I will not . Then never dream on infamy , but go . If Proteus like your journey , when you come , No matter who's displeas'd , when you are gone : I fear me , he will scarce be pleas'd withal . Ful ...
... stay at home , and go not . Nay , that I will not . Then never dream on infamy , but go . If Proteus like your journey , when you come , No matter who's displeas'd , when you are gone : I fear me , he will scarce be pleas'd withal . Ful ...
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... stays to bear my letters to my friends , And I am going to deliver them . Duke . Be they of much import ? Val . The tenor of them doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay , then no matter ; stay with me a ...
... stays to bear my letters to my friends , And I am going to deliver them . Duke . Be they of much import ? Val . The tenor of them doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay , then no matter ; stay with me a ...
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
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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.