Shakespeare's ComediesJ.M. Dent & Company, 1910 - 847 páginas |
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... turn'd you to , Which is from my remembrance ! Please you , farther . Pros . My brother , and thy uncle , call'd Antonio , - I pray thee , mark me , -that a brother should Be so perfidious ! -he whom , next thyself , Of all the world I ...
... turn'd you to , Which is from my remembrance ! Please you , farther . Pros . My brother , and thy uncle , call'd Antonio , - I pray thee , mark me , -that a brother should Be so perfidious ! -he whom , next thyself , Of all the world I ...
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... turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ Aside ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a brave god , and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him . Ste . How didst thou scape ? How camest thou hither ...
... turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ Aside ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a brave god , and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him . Ste . How didst thou scape ? How camest thou hither ...
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... turn my mercy out o ' doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing . Ste . Didst thou not say he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . I'll go farther off . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that . [ Beats him . ] As ...
... turn my mercy out o ' doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing . Ste . Didst thou not say he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . I'll go farther off . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that . [ Beats him . ] As ...
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... turn or two I'll walk , To still my beating mind Fer . Mir . We wish your peace . [ Exeunt . Pros . Come with a thought . I thank thee , Ariel : come . Enter Ariel . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to . What's thy pleasure ? Pros . We must ...
... turn or two I'll walk , To still my beating mind Fer . Mir . We wish your peace . [ Exeunt . Pros . Come with a thought . I thank thee , Ariel : come . Enter Ariel . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to . What's thy pleasure ? Pros . We must ...
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... turn'd to barnacles , or to apes With foreheads villanous low . Ste . Monster , lay - to your fingers : help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is , or I'll turn you out of my kingdom : Trin . And this . [ go to , carry this ...
... turn'd to barnacles , or to apes With foreheads villanous low . Ste . Monster , lay - to your fingers : help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is , or I'll turn you out of my kingdom : Trin . And this . [ go to , carry this ...
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Angelo art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio comes Costard daughter dear doth ducats Duke Enter Evans Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Launce Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master constable master doctor Mistress Moth never night Padua pardon Pedro Petruchio Pompey pray prithee Proteus Puck Re-enter Rosalind Rousillon SCENE Shylock Signior sirrah Slen speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
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Página 474 - ... s his reason ? I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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?
Página 196 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Página 528 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Página 712 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 704 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!
Página 292 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny. , Sing no more ditties, sing no moe, Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was leavy : Then sigh not so, &c.
Página 12 - I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not; the fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. Pros. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason?