The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volum 2 |
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Pàgina 15
... sure , and will assist me ? Con . To the death , my lord . D. John . Let us to the great supper ; their cheer is the greater , that I am subdued : ' Would the cook were of my mind ! -Shall we go prove what's to be done ? Bora . We'll ...
... sure , and will assist me ? Con . To the death , my lord . D. John . Let us to the great supper ; their cheer is the greater , that I am subdued : ' Would the cook were of my mind ! -Shall we go prove what's to be done ? Bora . We'll ...
Pàgina 19
... sure , you know him well enough . Bene . Not I , believe me.- Beat . Did he never make you laugh ? Bene . I pray you , what is he ? Beat . Why , he is the prince's jester : a very dull fool ; only his gift is in devising impossible ...
... sure , you know him well enough . Bene . Not I , believe me.- Beat . Did he never make you laugh ? Bene . I pray you , what is he ? Beat . Why , he is the prince's jester : a very dull fool ; only his gift is in devising impossible ...
Pàgina 20
William Shakespeare George Steevens. D. John . Sure , my brother is amorous on Hero , and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it : the ladies follow her , and but one visor remains . Bora . And that is Claudio : I know him ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens. D. John . Sure , my brother is amorous on Hero , and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it : the ladies follow her , and but one visor remains . Bora . And that is Claudio : I know him ...
Pàgina 24
... , and no matter . D. Pedro . Your silence most offends me , and to be merry best becomes you ; for , out of question , you were born in a merry hour . Turn : a phrase among the players . Beat . No , sure , my lord , my 24 Act II . MUCH ADO.
... , and no matter . D. Pedro . Your silence most offends me , and to be merry best becomes you ; for , out of question , you were born in a merry hour . Turn : a phrase among the players . Beat . No , sure , my lord , my 24 Act II . MUCH ADO.
Pàgina 25
William Shakespeare George Steevens. Beat . No , sure , my lord , my mother cry'd ; but then there was a star danced , and under that was I born . - Cousins , God give you joy ! V Leon . Niece , will you look to those things I told you ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens. Beat . No , sure , my lord , my mother cry'd ; but then there was a star danced , and under that was I born . - Cousins , God give you joy ! V Leon . Niece , will you look to those things I told you ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Antonio Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Borachio Boyet brother Claud Claudio comes Cost Costard cousin daughter dear Demetrius Dogb dost doth ducats Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady faith father fool gentle give grace Gratiano hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Jessica Kath King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord Lorenzo lov'd lovers Lysander madam marry master Master constable merry mistress moon Moth musick Nerissa never night oath Oberon Orlando Pedro Phebe Philostrate play Pompey Portia praise pray thee prince Puck Pyramus Quin Rosalind Salan Salar SCENE Shylock signior sing soul speak swear sweet tell thank Theseus thing thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch troth true word youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 206 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Pàgina 89 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Pàgina 316 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Pàgina 139 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was; man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.
Pàgina 367 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Pàgina 321 - 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 of bright gold.
Pàgina 286 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Pàgina 368 - And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon...
Pàgina 139 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was!
Pàgina 240 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...