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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... tongue in sack for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover the shore , five - and - thirty leagues , off and on , by this light . - Thou shalt be my lieutenant , monster , or my standard . Trin . Your lieutenant ...
... tongue in sack for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover the shore , five - and - thirty leagues , off and on , by this light . - Thou shalt be my lieutenant , monster , or my standard . Trin . Your lieutenant ...
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... tongue . Pant . Where should I lose my tongue ? Launce . In thy tale . Pant . In thy tail ? Launce . Lose the tied , and the voyage , and the mas- ter , and the service , and the tide . Why , man , if the river were dry , I am able to ...
... tongue . Pant . Where should I lose my tongue ? Launce . In thy tale . Pant . In thy tail ? Launce . Lose the tied , and the voyage , and the mas- ter , and the service , and the tide . Why , man , if the river were dry , I am able to ...
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... tongue , I say , is no man , If with his tongue he cannot win a woman . Duke . But she I mean is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth , And kept severely from resort of men , That no man hath access by day to her ...
... tongue , I say , is no man , If with his tongue he cannot win a woman . Duke . But she I mean is promis'd by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth , And kept severely from resort of men , That no man hath access by day to her ...
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... tongue but one : gentle my lord , Let me intreat you speak the former language . Ang . Plainly , conceive I love you . Isab . My brother did love Juliet ; and you tell me , That he shall die for it . Ang . He shall not , Isabel , if you ...
... tongue but one : gentle my lord , Let me intreat you speak the former language . Ang . Plainly , conceive I love you . Isab . My brother did love Juliet ; and you tell me , That he shall die for it . Ang . He shall not , Isabel , if you ...
Página 76
... tongue of Isabel . - She's come to know , If yet her brother's pardon be come hither ; But I will keep her ignorant of her good , To make her heavenly comforts of despair , When it is least expected . Enter ISABELLA . Isab . Ho ! by ...
... tongue of Isabel . - She's come to know , If yet her brother's pardon be come hither ; But I will keep her ignorant of her good , To make her heavenly comforts of despair , When it is least expected . Enter ISABELLA . Isab . Ho ! by ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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.