The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumen2G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... husband's purse ; she hath legions of angels . Pist . As many devils entertain ; and , To her , boy , say I. Nym . The humour rises ; it is good : humour me the angels . : Fal . I have writ me here a letter to her and here another to ...
... husband's purse ; she hath legions of angels . Pist . As many devils entertain ; and , To her , boy , say I. Nym . The humour rises ; it is good : humour me the angels . : Fal . I have writ me here a letter to her and here another to ...
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... husband saw this letter 39 ! it would give eternal food to his jealousy . Mrs , Page . Why , look , where he comes ; and my good man too : he's as far from jealousy , as I am from giving him cause ; and that , I hope , OF WINDSOR . 31.
... husband saw this letter 39 ! it would give eternal food to his jealousy . Mrs , Page . Why , look , where he comes ; and my good man too : he's as far from jealousy , as I am from giving him cause ; and that , I hope , OF WINDSOR . 31.
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... husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven . Fal . Ten and eleven ? Quick . Ay , forsooth ; and then you may come and see the picture , she says , that you wot of ; -master Ford , her husband , will be from home ...
... husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven . Fal . Ten and eleven ? Quick . Ay , forsooth ; and then you may come and see the picture , she says , that you wot of ; -master Ford , her husband , will be from home ...
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... husband has a marvellous infection to the little page : and , truly , master Page is an honest man . Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does ; do what she will , say what she will , take all , pay all , go to bed when ...
... husband has a marvellous infection to the little page : and , truly , master Page is an honest man . Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does ; do what she will , say what she will , take all , pay all , go to bed when ...
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... sir ; proceed . Ford . There is a gentlewoman in this town , her husband's name is Ford . Fal . Well , sir . Ford . I have long loved her , and , I protest to you , bestow'd much on her ; follow'd her with a doting OF WINDSOR . 43.
... sir ; proceed . Ford . There is a gentlewoman in this town , her husband's name is Ford . Fal . Well , sir . Ford . I have long loved her , and , I protest to you , bestow'd much on her ; follow'd her with a doting OF WINDSOR . 43.
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Términos y frases comunes
Barnardine Bawd better brother Brownist Caius Claud Claudio Clown coney-catching death devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Sir Escal Exeunt Exit fairies Falstaff fault fellow Fent fool friar Froth gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Illyria Is't Isab Isabel Isabella JOHNSON knave knight lady lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Slender MEASURE FOR MEASURE mistress Anne mistress Ford never Olivia oman pardon peace Pist Pompey pray Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shallow Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas Slen soul speak STEEVENS sweet tell thee there's thou art to-morrow Viola WARBURTON What's wife Windsor woman word
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Página 139 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 178 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 176 - 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.
Página 168 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 367 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad ; so may my husband.
Página 293 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 295 - Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Página 313 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 175 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night :— Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 264 - 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.