Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's lostCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... thanks and use 8 . But I do bend my speech To one that can my part in him advértise9 ; Hold therefore . - Angelo ; In our remove , be thou at full ourself ; Mortality and Mercy in Vienna Live in thy tongue and heart 10 : Old Escalus ...
... thanks and use 8 . But I do bend my speech To one that can my part in him advértise9 ; Hold therefore . - Angelo ; In our remove , be thou at full ourself ; Mortality and Mercy in Vienna Live in thy tongue and heart 10 : Old Escalus ...
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... thank you : Fare you well . [ Exit . Escal . I shall desire you , sir , to give me leave To have free speech with you ; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place : A power I have ; but of what strength and nature I am not ...
... thank you : Fare you well . [ Exit . Escal . I shall desire you , sir , to give me leave To have free speech with you ; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place : A power I have ; but of what strength and nature I am not ...
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... thank you , good friend Lucio . Lucio . Within two hours , - Claud . Come , officer , away . SCENE IV . A Monastery . Enter DUKE and Friar Thomas . [ Exeunt . Duke . No ; holy Father ; throw away that thought ; Believe not that the ...
... thank you , good friend Lucio . Lucio . Within two hours , - Claud . Come , officer , away . SCENE IV . A Monastery . Enter DUKE and Friar Thomas . [ Exeunt . Duke . No ; holy Father ; throw away that thought ; Believe not that the ...
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... thanks : He hath got his friend with child . Isab . Sir , mock me not : -your story1 . Lucio . " Tis true , I would not , -though ' tis my familiar sin With maids to seem the lapwing2 , and to jest , Tongue far from heart , -play with ...
... thanks : He hath got his friend with child . Isab . Sir , mock me not : -your story1 . Lucio . " Tis true , I would not , -though ' tis my familiar sin With maids to seem the lapwing2 , and to jest , Tongue far from heart , -play with ...
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... thank you : Commend me to my brother : soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success . Lucio . I take my leave of you . Isab . Good sir , adieu . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. A Hall in Angelo's House . Enter ANGELO , ESCALUS ...
... thank you : Commend me to my brother : soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success . Lucio . I take my leave of you . Isab . Good sir , adieu . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. A Hall in Angelo's House . Enter ANGELO , ESCALUS ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Armado Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin death Demetrius Dogb dost doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab ISABELLA Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion look Lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable means MEASURE FOR MEASURE mock moon Moth musick Navarre never night Oberon offence old copies read pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signify signior soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
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Página 6 - 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.
Página 413 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall. And milk comes frozen home in pail...
Página 241 - Thou remember'st 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.
Página 70 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Página 412 - 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 235 - 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 168 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern: This is your charge; You shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Página 284 - 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. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was — and methought I had — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Página 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Página 413 - 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.