The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 5
SI remember , Adam , it was upon this my father bequeath'd me by will but a poor thousand crowns , and , as thou say'st , charged my brother on his bleffing to breed me well ; and there begins my fadnéfs . " My brother Jaques he keeps ...
SI remember , Adam , it was upon this my father bequeath'd me by will but a poor thousand crowns , and , as thou say'st , charged my brother on his bleffing to breed me well ; and there begins my fadnéfs . " My brother Jaques he keeps ...
Pàgina 6
Marry , Sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oh . Marry , Sir , be better employ'd , and do aught a while . Orla . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? what ...
Marry , Sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oh . Marry , Sir , be better employ'd , and do aught a while . Orla . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? what ...
Pàgina 7
... my father grows ftrong in me , and I will no longer endure it ; therefore allow me fuch exercifes as may become a gentleman , or give me the poor allottery my father left me by teftament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli .
... my father grows ftrong in me , and I will no longer endure it ; therefore allow me fuch exercifes as may become a gentleman , or give me the poor allottery my father left me by teftament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli .
Pàgina 12
... the third : yonder they lye , the poor old man their father making fuch pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Rof . Alas ! Clo . But what is the fport , Monfieur , that the ladies have loft ?
... the third : yonder they lye , the poor old man their father making fuch pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Rof . Alas ! Clo . But what is the fport , Monfieur , that the ladies have loft ?
Pàgina 18
O my poor Rofalind , where wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine : I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am . Rof Rof . I have more cause . Cel . Thou 18 As You Like it .
O my poor Rofalind , where wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine : I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am . Rof Rof . I have more cause . Cel . Thou 18 As You Like it .
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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...