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 16
... word , good sir ; I fear you have done yourself some wrong : a word . Mira . Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my father To be inclin'd my way ! Fer ...
... word , good sir ; I fear you have done yourself some wrong : a word . Mira . Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my father To be inclin'd my way ! Fer ...
Pàgina 18
... word is more than the miraculous harp . Seb . He hath rais'd the wall , and houses too . Ant . What impossible ... words into mine ears , against The stomach of my sense : ' Would I had never Married my daughter there ! for , coming ...
... word is more than the miraculous harp . Seb . He hath rais'd the wall , and houses too . Ant . What impossible ... words into mine ears , against The stomach of my sense : ' Would I had never Married my daughter there ! for , coming ...
Pàgina 35
... words ! Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey , And kill the bees , that yield it , with your stings ! I'll kiss ... word away , Till I have found each letter in the letter , Except mine own name : that some whirlwind bear Unto a ...
... words ! Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey , And kill the bees , that yield it , with your stings ! I'll kiss ... word away , Till I have found each letter in the letter , Except mine own name : that some whirlwind bear Unto a ...
Pàgina 38
... word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ; For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it . Enter Panthino . Pan . Sir Proteus , you are staid for . Pro . Go ; I come , I come : — Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers ...
... word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ; For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it . Enter Panthino . Pan . Sir Proteus , you are staid for . Pro . Go ; I come , I come : — Alas ! this parting strikes poor lovers ...
Pàgina 39
... word ; but see how I lay the dust with my tears . Enter Panthino . Pan . Launce , away , away , aboard ; thy master ... word for word with me , I shall make your wit bankrupt . Val . I know it well , sir : you have an exchequer of words ...
... word ; but see how I lay the dust with my tears . Enter Panthino . Pan . Launce , away , away , aboard ; thy master ... word for word with me , I shall make your wit bankrupt . Val . I know it well , sir : you have an exchequer of words ...
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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...