The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen 1American book exchange, 1881 |
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... fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making Than we bring men to comfort them : The fault's your own . Alon . So is the dear'st o ' the loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth ...
... fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making Than we bring men to comfort them : The fault's your own . Alon . So is the dear'st o ' the loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth ...
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... fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neopolitans ' scaped ! Ste . Prithee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ Aside ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a ...
... fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neopolitans ' scaped ! Ste . Prithee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ Aside ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a ...
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... fear me , will never out of my bones : I shall not fear fly - blowing . Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ! Ste . O , touch me not ; I am not Stephano , but a cramp . Pros . You'ld be king o ' the isle , sirral ? Ste . I should have been a ...
... fear me , will never out of my bones : I shall not fear fly - blowing . Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ! Ste . O , touch me not ; I am not Stephano , but a cramp . Pros . You'ld be king o ' the isle , sirral ? Ste . I should have been a ...
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... fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind . Give her no token but stones ; for she's as hard as steel . Pro . What said she ? nothing ? 66 150 Speed . No , not so much as Take this for thy pains . " To testify your bounty ...
... fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind . Give her no token but stones ; for she's as hard as steel . Pro . What said she ? nothing ? 66 150 Speed . No , not so much as Take this for thy pains . " To testify your bounty ...
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... fear of burning , [ Exeunt Ant . and Pan . 80 And drench'd me in the sea , where I am drown'd . I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter , Lest he should take exceptions to my love ; And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he ...
... fear of burning , [ Exeunt Ant . and Pan . 80 And drench'd me in the sea , where I am drown'd . I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter , Lest he should take exceptions to my love ; And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he ...
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Angelo art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio comes Costard daughter dear doth ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Launce Leon Leonato look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master constable master doctor mistress Moth never night Padua pardon Pedro Petruchio Pompey pray prithee Proteus Puck Re-enter Rosalind Rousillon SCENE Shylock Signior sing Slen speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife wilt woman word
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Página 520 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.
Página 220 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
Página 519 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Página 493 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Página 581 - When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Página 103 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Página 579 - tis true : there was never any thing so sudden but the fight • of two rams and Caesar's thrasonical brag of ' I came, saw, and overcame :' for your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason, no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy...
Página 739 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 182 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Página 57 - twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.