The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1E. H. Dumont, 1901 |
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Página 57
... moon out of her sphere , if she would continue in it five weeks without changing . Enter Ariel ( invisible ) playing solemn music . Seb . We would so , and then go a bat - fowling . Ant . Nay , good my lord , be not angry . 180 Gon . No ...
... moon out of her sphere , if she would continue in it five weeks without changing . Enter Ariel ( invisible ) playing solemn music . Seb . We would so , and then go a bat - fowling . Ant . Nay , good my lord , be not angry . 180 Gon . No ...
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... moon's too slow , -till new - born chins Be rough and razorable ; she that from whom 250 We all were sea - swallow'd , though some cast again , And by that destiny , to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come , In ...
... moon's too slow , -till new - born chins Be rough and razorable ; she that from whom 250 We all were sea - swallow'd , though some cast again , And by that destiny , to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come , In ...
Página 67
... moon - calf ? can he vent Trinculos ? Trin . I took him to be killed with a thunder - stroke . But art thou not drowned , Stephano ? I hope , now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm over- blown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's ...
... moon - calf ? can he vent Trinculos ? Trin . I took him to be killed with a thunder - stroke . But art thou not drowned , Stephano ? I hope , now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm over- blown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's ...
Página 68
... moon - calf ! how does thine ague ? Cal . Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ? Ste . Out o ' the moon , I do assure thee : I was the man i ' the moon when time was . Cal . I have seen thee in her , and I do adore thee : my mistress show ...
... moon - calf ! how does thine ague ? Cal . Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ? Ste . Out o ' the moon , I do assure thee : I was the man i ' the moon when time was . Cal . I have seen thee in her , and I do adore thee : my mistress show ...
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... Moon - calf , speak once in thy life , if thou beest a good moon - calf . Cal . How does thy honour ? Let me lick thy shoe . I'll not serve him , he is not valiant . Trin . Thou liest , most ignorant monster : I am in case to justle a ...
... Moon - calf , speak once in thy life , if thou beest a good moon - calf . Cal . How does thy honour ? Let me lick thy shoe . I'll not serve him , he is not valiant . Trin . Thou liest , most ignorant monster : I am in case to justle a ...
Termos e frases comuns
allusion Ariel Armado Biron Boyet Caius Caliban comedy Cost Costard daughter Demetrius doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Falstaff father Fenton follow fool give grace hast hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta Host Hugh Evans humour Jaquenetta King l'envoy lady look lord Love's Love's Labour's Lost lovers Lysander marry Master Brook master doctor merry Miranda Mistress Ford monster moon Moth never night numbers o'er Oberon Philostrate Pist play Pompey pray Princess Pros Prospero Puck Pyramus queen Quick Quin Re-enter Rosaline Scene Shakespeare Shal sing Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff sleep Slen Slender speak spirit strange sweet Sycorax tell Tempest thee Theseus thing Thisby thou art Titania tongue Trin Trinculo William Shakespeare Windsor woman word ΙΟ
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Página 78 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Página 108 - 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 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.
Página 96 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Página 44 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Página 36 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Página 40 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music ? Puck.
Página 145 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Página viii - Yet must I not give Nature all ; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Página 107 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Página vi - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.