The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 9
I pray thee , Rofalind , fweet coz , be merry . Rof . Dear Celia , I fhow more mirth than I am miftrefs of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you must not learn me how to ...
I pray thee , Rofalind , fweet coz , be merry . Rof . Dear Celia , I fhow more mirth than I am miftrefs of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you must not learn me how to ...
Pàgina 10
honour , I will ; and when I break that oath , let me turn monfter therefore , my fweet Rofe , my dear Rofe , be merry . 1 Rof . From henceforth I will , coz , and devife fports : let me fee what think you of falling in love ? Cel .
honour , I will ; and when I break that oath , let me turn monfter therefore , my fweet Rofe , my dear Rofe , be merry . 1 Rof . From henceforth I will , coz , and devife fports : let me fee what think you of falling in love ? Cel .
Pàgina 19
Rofalind lacks then the love Which teacheth me that thou and I are one : Shall we be fundred ? fhall we part , fweet girl ? No , let my father feek another heir . Therefore devife with me how we may fly , Whither to go , and what to ...
Rofalind lacks then the love Which teacheth me that thou and I are one : Shall we be fundred ? fhall we part , fweet girl ? No , let my father feek another heir . Therefore devife with me how we may fly , Whither to go , and what to ...
Pàgina 27
SON G. Under the green - wood tree , Who loves to lye with me , And tune bis merry note , 1 Unto the fweet birds throat ; Come bitber , come bitber , come hither Here fhall be fee No enemy , But winter and rough weather . Jaq .
SON G. Under the green - wood tree , Who loves to lye with me , And tune bis merry note , 1 Unto the fweet birds throat ; Come bitber , come bitber , come hither Here fhall be fee No enemy , But winter and rough weather . Jaq .
Pàgina 41
Do you not know I am a woman ? what I think I muft fpeak : fweet , fay on . SCENE VII . Enter Orlando and Jaques . Cel . You bring me out . Soft , comes he not here ? Rof . ' Tis he ; flink by , and note him . Jaq .
Do you not know I am a woman ? what I think I muft fpeak : fweet , fay on . SCENE VII . Enter Orlando and Jaques . Cel . You bring me out . Soft , comes he not here ? Rof . ' Tis he ; flink by , and note him . Jaq .
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Frases i termes més freqüents
attend bear better Bianca bring brother Cath comes Count Court daughter dear doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear felf fellow fhall fhould fome fool fortune foul fpeak friends fuch fweet gentle give hand hath hear heart hold honour hope hour houſe I'll keep King knave Lady leave live look Lord Lucentio Madam mafter maid marry mean moft muft nature never night Orla Petruchio play pleaſe poor pray ring Rofalind SCENE Signior Sir Toby ſpeak tell thank thee there's theſe thing thou thou art thought tongue true wife woman young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Pàgina 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Pàgina 201 - 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.
Pàgina 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Pàgina 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Pàgina 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Pàgina 29 - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. Volum 3 de The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer], sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart) |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart) |
| Publicat | 1747 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 3 Jul. 2007 |
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