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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... tell him of his hounds and horse , And that his lady mourns at his disease : Persuade him that he hath been lunatic ; 60 And when he says he is , say that he dreams , For he is nothing but a mighty lord . This do and do it kindly ...
... tell him of his hounds and horse , And that his lady mourns at his disease : Persuade him that he hath been lunatic ; 60 And when he says he is , say that he dreams , For he is nothing but a mighty lord . This do and do it kindly ...
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... 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 . Go , sirrah , take them to the buttery , And give them friendly ...
... 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 . Go , sirrah , take them to the buttery , And give them friendly ...
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... Tell me thy mind ; for I have Pisa left And am to Padua come , as he that leaves A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst . Tra . Mi perdonato , gentle master mine , I am in all affected as ...
... Tell me thy mind ; for I have Pisa left And am to Padua come , as he that leaves A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst . Tra . Mi perdonato , gentle master mine , I am in all affected as ...
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... tell ; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition , to be whipped at the high - cross every morning . Hor . Faith , as you say , there's small choice in rotten 130 apples . But come ; since this bar in law makes us friends ...
... tell ; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition , to be whipped at the high - cross every morning . Hor . Faith , as you say , there's small choice in rotten 130 apples . But come ; since this bar in law makes us friends ...
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... Tell me thine first . You will be schoolmaster And undertake the teaching of the maid : That's your device . Luc . It is : may it be done ? Tra . Not possible ; for who shall bear your part , And be in Padua here Vincentio's son ; Keep ...
... Tell me thine first . You will be schoolmaster And undertake the teaching of the maid : That's your device . Luc . It is : may it be done ? Tra . Not possible ; for who shall bear your part , And be in Padua here Vincentio's son ; Keep ...
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.