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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... sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb , each pinch more ...
... sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may work , All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb , each pinch more ...
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... sure it waits upon Some god of the island . Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wrack , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd ...
... sure it waits upon Some god of the island . Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wrack , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd ...
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... sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honour , sir , I heard a humming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me : I shak'd you , sir , and cried ; as mine eyes open'd ...
... sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honour , sir , I heard a humming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me : I shak'd you , sir , and cried ; as mine eyes open'd ...
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... sure I think she holds them prisoners still . Sil . Nay , then he should be blind ; and , being blind , How could he see his way to seek out you ? Val . Why , lady , love hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an ...
... sure I think she holds them prisoners still . Sil . Nay , then he should be blind ; and , being blind , How could he see his way to seek out you ? Val . Why , lady , love hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an ...
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... sure , the match Were rich and honourable ; besides , the gentleman Is full of virtue , bounty , worth , and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? Duke . No , trust me ; she is ...
... sure , the match Were rich and honourable ; besides , the gentleman Is full of virtue , bounty , worth , and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? Duke . No , trust me ; she is ...
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.