The Works of William Shakespeare: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. The comedy of errorsMacmillan, 1863 - 1075 páginas |
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... play , the wire- marks corresponding throughout . The passages from the Quarto and Folio which Mr Collier quotes in support of his theory seem to us to make strongly against it . We have not reprinted the old play called The Taming of a ...
... play , the wire- marks corresponding throughout . The passages from the Quarto and Folio which Mr Collier quotes in support of his theory seem to us to make strongly against it . We have not reprinted the old play called The Taming of a ...
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... which it is printed is the same as that used for the rest of the play , the wire- marks corresponding throughout . The passages from the Meredith of Quebec . W. G. C. W. A. W. THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . VOL . III . viii PREFACE .
... which it is printed is the same as that used for the rest of the play , the wire- marks corresponding throughout . The passages from the Meredith of Quebec . W. G. C. W. A. W. THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . VOL . III . viii PREFACE .
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... play our part , As he shall think by our true diligence He is no less than what we say he is . 41 , 42. waked . Lord . Even ... fancy . Then ] waked , Even ... fancy . Lord . Then Anon . conj . 46. Balm ... head ] Bath ... hide Ca- pell ...
... play our part , As he shall think by our true diligence He is no less than what we say he is . 41 , 42. waked . Lord . Even ... fancy . Then ] waked , Even ... fancy . Lord . Then Anon . conj . 46. Balm ... head ] Bath ... hide Ca- pell ...
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... play'd a farmer's eldest son : ' Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : I have forgot your name ; but , sure , that part Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd . A Player . I think ' twas Soto that your honour means . Lord ...
... play'd a farmer's eldest son : ' Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : I have forgot your name ; but , sure , that part Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd . A Player . I think ' twas Soto that your honour means . Lord ...
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... play , - You break into some merry passion And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , If you should smile he grows impatient . A Player . Fear not , my lord : we can contain ourselves , Were he the veriest antic in the world . Lord ...
... play , - You break into some merry passion And so offend him ; for I tell you , sirs , If you should smile he grows impatient . A Player . Fear not , my lord : we can contain ourselves , Were he the veriest antic in the world . Lord ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 377 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Página 376 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 112 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Página 250 - ... be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Página 180 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 252 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.