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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... woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have I seen More that I may call men , than you , good friend , And my dear father : how features are abroad , I am skill - less of ; but , by my modesty , ( The jewel in my ...
... woman's face remember , Save , from my glass , mine own ; nor have I seen More that I may call men , than you , good friend , And my dear father : how features are abroad , I am skill - less of ; but , by my modesty , ( The jewel in my ...
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... woman's reason ; I think him so , because I think him so . Ful . And would'st thou have me cast my love on him ? Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast away . Jul . Why , he of all the rest hath never mov'd me . Luc . Yet he of ...
... woman's reason ; I think him so , because I think him so . Ful . And would'st thou have me cast my love on him ? Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast away . Jul . Why , he of all the rest hath never mov'd me . Luc . Yet he of ...
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... woman ; for I would prevent The loose encounters of lascivious men : Gentle Lucetta , fit me with such weeds As may beseem some well - reputed page . Luc . Why then your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit it up in ...
... woman ; for I would prevent The loose encounters of lascivious men : Gentle Lucetta , fit me with such weeds As may beseem some well - reputed page . Luc . Why then your ladyship must cut your hair . Jul . No , girl ; I'll knit it up in ...
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... woman's mind . Duke . But she did scorn a present that I sent her . [ Exit Val . A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her 70 [ ACT I TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
... woman's mind . Duke . But she did scorn a present that I sent her . [ Exit Val . A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her 70 [ ACT I TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA .
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... woman . Duke . But , she I mean is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; And kept severely from resort of men , That no man hath access by day to her . Val . Why then I would resort to her by night . Duke . Ay ...
... woman . Duke . But , she I mean is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; And kept severely from resort of men , That no man hath access by day to her . Val . Why then I would resort to her by night . Duke . Ay ...
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.