The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volum 1C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Pàgina 202
... SIR TOBY BELCH , Uncle of Olivia . SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . FABIAN , Servants to Clown , S Olivia . OLIVIA , a rich Countess . VIOLA , in love with the Duke . MARIA , Olivia's Woman . Lords , Priests ...
... SIR TOBY BELCH , Uncle of Olivia . SIR ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . FABIAN , Servants to Clown , S Olivia . OLIVIA , a rich Countess . VIOLA , in love with the Duke . MARIA , Olivia's Woman . Lords , Priests ...
Pàgina 206
... SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier o'nights ; ; your cousin , my lady ...
... SIR TOBY BELCH and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier o'nights ; ; your cousin , my lady ...
Pàgina 207
... Sir To . By this hand they are scoundrels , and substractors , that say so of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Beich ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . Mar. And ...
... Sir To . By this hand they are scoundrels , and substractors , that say so of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Beich ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . Mar. And ...
Pàgina 208
... Sir And . Wherefore , sweetheart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , sir . Sir And . Why , I think so ; I am ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do or not do ? I would I had bestowed ...
... Sir And . Wherefore , sweetheart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , sir . Sir And . Why , I think so ; I am ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do or not do ? I would I had bestowed ...
Pàgina 211
... Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more oat ; here comes my lady : make your excuse wisely , you were best . [ Exit . Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO . Clo ...
... Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more oat ; here comes my lady : make your excuse wisely , you were best . [ Exit . Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO . Clo ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
ARIEL Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter death devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Mira mistress Ford musick never night Olivia pardon Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shakspeare Shal Silvia SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen speak Speed Stratford sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 301 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Pàgina 199 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pàgina 40 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and...
Pàgina 268 - 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...
Pàgina 5 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Pàgina 225 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Pàgina 54 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Pàgina 86 - Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own , And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Pàgina 232 - I might say, element ; but the word is over-worn. [Exit. Vio. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool ; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time ; And, like the haggard', check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Pàgina xxxvi - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature ; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions and gentle expressions...