Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's tale. King John. King Richard II. First and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry V. First and second parts of King Henry VIG. Routledge & sons, limited, 1875 |
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Pàgina 12
... thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter Alonso , Sebastian , Antonio ... art . Gon . I'll warrant him for drowning ; though the ship were no stronger ... thou mightst [ lie drowning , He'll be hanged yet ; The washing of ten tides ...
... thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter Alonso , Sebastian , Antonio ... art . Gon . I'll warrant him for drowning ; though the ship were no stronger ... thou mightst [ lie drowning , He'll be hanged yet ; The washing of ten tides ...
Pàgina 15
... thou forget From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . No. Pro . Thou dost ; and think'st it much to tread Of the ... art , When I arriv'd , and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Ari . I thank thee , master . Pro . If ...
... thou forget From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . No. Pro . Thou dost ; and think'st it much to tread Of the ... art , When I arriv'd , and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Ari . I thank thee , master . Pro . If ...
Pàgina 19
... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb .. I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
... art thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb .. I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ...
Pàgina 21
... thy good friend Trinculo . Ste . If thou beest Trinculo , come forth ; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's legs , these are they . Thou art very Trinculo , indeed How camest thou to be the siege of this moon - calf ...
... thy good friend Trinculo . Ste . If thou beest Trinculo , come forth ; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's legs , these are they . Thou art very Trinculo , indeed How camest thou to be the siege of this moon - calf ...
Pàgina 29
... thou think so , spirit ? Ari . Mine would , sir , were I human . Pro . And mine shall . Hast thou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself , One of their kind , that relish all as sharply ...
... thou think so , spirit ? Ari . Mine would , sir , were I human . Pro . And mine shall . Hast thou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself , One of their kind , that relish all as sharply ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal shame signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 374 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Pàgina 223 - 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...