Shakespeare's Twelfth NightSilver, Burdett, 1914 - 112 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Antonio bear-baiting bed of Ware blood brother Cesario Classical Mythology Clown comes Count Orsino's cross-gartered cucullus CURIO dark dear devil Dictionary of Classical dost thou doth drink Duke Enter MARIA Enter OLIVIA Enter SIR TOBY excellent Exit eyes Fabian faith favour fellow fool fortune friends galliard gentleman give Gorboduc hand hang hath heart hither hold honour Illyria International Dictionary Jove knave knight lady legs letter liver lord madam madman madonna Malvolio Marry matter Mistress nature never niece OLIVIA's house Orsino Pandarus peace Phrygia pia mater pray prithee Pythagoras quarrel Re-enter MARIA SCENE servant sing SIR TOBY BELCH Sir Topas smile soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thyself tongue troth Twelfth Night valour What's word yellow stockings youth ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 44 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Página 37 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting, 40 Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 13 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Página 46 - 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.
Página 46 - ... and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but indeed Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too : and yet I know not.
Página 29 - Tis beauty truly blent,! whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...