The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volum 3Little, Brown, 1863 |
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Pàgina 21
... wife , Save that we do the denunciation lack Of outward order : this we came not to , Only for preservation of a dow'r Remaining in the coffer of her friends , From whom we thought it meet to hide our love , Till time had made them for ...
... wife , Save that we do the denunciation lack Of outward order : this we came not to , Only for preservation of a dow'r Remaining in the coffer of her friends , From whom we thought it meet to hide our love , Till time had made them for ...
Pàgina 30
... wife , sir , whom I detest before Heaven and your honour , - Escal . How ! thy wife ? Elb . Ay , sir ; whom , I thank Heaven , is an hon- est woman , - Escal . Dost thou detest her therefore ? Elb . I say , sir , I will detest myself ...
... wife , sir , whom I detest before Heaven and your honour , - Escal . How ! thy wife ? Elb . Ay , sir ; whom , I thank Heaven , is an hon- est woman , - Escal . Dost thou detest her therefore ? Elb . I say , sir , I will detest myself ...
Pàgina 31
... Come ; you are a tedious fool : to the pur- pose . - What was done to Elbow's wife , that he hath cause to complain of ? Come we to what was done to her . Clo . Sir , your honour cannot come to that SC . I. 31 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... Come ; you are a tedious fool : to the pur- pose . - What was done to Elbow's wife , that he hath cause to complain of ? Come we to what was done to her . Clo . Sir , your honour cannot come to that SC . I. 31 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
Pàgina 32
... wife , once more ? Clo . Once , sir ? there was nothing done to her once . Elb . I beseech you , sir , ask him what this man did to my wife . Clo . I beseech your honour , ask me . Escal . Well , sir , what did this gentleman to her ...
... wife , once more ? Clo . Once , sir ? there was nothing done to her once . Elb . I beseech you , sir , ask him what this man did to my wife . Clo . I beseech your honour , ask me . Escal . Well , sir , what did this gentleman to her ...
Pàgina 33
... wife any harm ? I would know that of your honour . Escal . He's in the right , Constable ; what say you to it ? Elb . First , an it like you , the house is a respect- ed house ; next , this is a respected fellow , and his mistress is a ...
... wife any harm ? I would know that of your honour . Escal . He's in the right , Constable ; what say you to it ? Elb . First , an it like you , the house is a respect- ed house ; next , this is a respected fellow , and his mistress is a ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Antipholus Armado Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Birone Bora Borachio Boyet brother Claud Claudio Collier's folio Comedy Comedy of Errors Cost Costard death Dogb Don PEDRO dost thou doth Dromio Duke Dyce Enter Ephesus error Escal Exeunt Exit fair Folio and quarto fool Friar Gentlemen of Verona give Grace hast hath hear heart Heaven Hero hither hitherto honour husband Isab John King lady Leon Leonato look Lord Angelo LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST Lucio maid Marry Master Master Constable mean Measure for Measure merry misprint mistress Moth never original pardon placket play Pompey pray Prince Prov Provost rhyme Rosaline SCENE second folio sense Shakespeare's day shame Signior speak speech Steevens sweet tell thee Theobald there's thou art to-morrow tongue villain wench wife word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 443 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pàgina 56 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and inccrtain thoughts Imagine howling ! — 'tis too horrible.
Pàgina 53 - Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Pàgina 14 - 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. Spirits are not finely touch'd...
Pàgina 387 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Pàgina 352 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Pàgina 54 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Pàgina 41 - Than the soft myrtle : but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, — Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, — like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Pàgina 367 - Birone they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Pàgina 443 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...