The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 páginas |
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... beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs : he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his ...
... beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs : he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his ...
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... beat him , - Ste . Come , kiss . Trin . But that the poor monster's in drink . An abominable monster ! Cal . I'll show thee the best springs ; I'll pluck thee berries ; I'll fish for thee , and get thee wood enough . A plague upon the ...
... beat him , - Ste . Come , kiss . Trin . But that the poor monster's in drink . An abominable monster ! Cal . I'll show thee the best springs ; I'll pluck thee berries ; I'll fish for thee , and get thee wood enough . A plague upon the ...
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... Beat him enough : after a little time , Our human generation you shall find Many , nay ,. And take his bottle from him : when that's gone , He shall drink nought but brine ; for I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are . Ste ...
... Beat him enough : after a little time , Our human generation you shall find Many , nay ,. And take his bottle from him : when that's gone , He shall drink nought but brine ; for I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are . Ste ...
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... beating mind . Fer . Mira . We wish your peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a thought ! -I thank thee . - Ariel , come ... beat my tabor , At which , like unback'd colts , they prick'd their ears , Advanc'd their eye - lids , lifted up ...
... beating mind . Fer . Mira . We wish your peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a thought ! -I thank thee . - Ariel , come ... beat my tabor , At which , like unback'd colts , they prick'd their ears , Advanc'd their eye - lids , lifted up ...
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... beat . [ Exit ARIEL . Gon . All torment , trouble , wonder , and amazement Inhabit here : some heavenly power guide ... Beats as of flesh and blood ; and , since I saw thee , Th ' affliction of my mind amends , with which , I fear , a ...
... beat . [ Exit ARIEL . Gon . All torment , trouble , wonder , and amazement Inhabit here : some heavenly power guide ... Beats as of flesh and blood ; and , since I saw thee , Th ' affliction of my mind amends , with which , I fear , a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shal shame signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir John sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
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Página 194 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Página 63 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! '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.