The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Volume 2Jewett, 1857 |
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... thank you for ' t ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' t is beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth.- not ; ( So dear the love my people bore me ; ) nor set A mark so bloody on ...
... thank you for ' t ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' t is beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth.- not ; ( So dear the love my people bore me ; ) nor set A mark so bloody on ...
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... thank thee , master : Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . ' T is a villain , sir , I do not love to look on ...
... thank thee , master : Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . ' T is a villain , sir , I do not love to look on ...
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... Thank you : wondrous heavy.- [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ? Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink ? I find not Myself disposed to sleep ...
... Thank you : wondrous heavy.- [ ALONSO sleeps . Exit ARIEL . Seb . What a strange drowsiness possesses them ? Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink ? I find not Myself disposed to sleep ...
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... thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made thee ? Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing ; I'll go further off . Ste . Didst thou not say , he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so ? take thou ...
... thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made thee ? Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing ; I'll go further off . Ste . Didst thou not say , he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so ? take thou ...
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... thank you : - Ariel , come . Enter ARIEL . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to : What's thy pleasure ? Spirit , Pro . We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . I told you , sir , they were 27 27 ACT IV . SCENE I. TEMPEST .
... thank you : - Ariel , come . Enter ARIEL . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to : What's thy pleasure ? Spirit , Pro . We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . I told you , sir , they were 27 27 ACT IV . SCENE I. TEMPEST .
Termos e frases comuns
1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
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Página 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Página 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.