The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumen5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 35
Página 6
... thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort ; when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening sun . Duke . Well , Syracusan , say , in brief , the cause , Why thou departedst from thy native home ; And for ...
... thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort ; when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening sun . Duke . Well , Syracusan , say , in brief , the cause , Why thou departedst from thy native home ; And for ...
Página 10
... thou hast in Ephesus ; Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , ' And live ; if not , then thou art doom'd to die : - Gaoler , take him to thy custody . Gaol . I will , my lord . Æge . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Egeon wend , But ...
... thou hast in Ephesus ; Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , ' And live ; if not , then thou art doom'd to die : - Gaoler , take him to thy custody . Gaol . I will , my lord . Æge . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Egeon wend , But ...
Página 12
... thou art return'd so soon ? Dro . E. Return'd so soon ! rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the spit ; The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell , My mistress made it one upon my cheek : She is so hot ...
... thou art return'd so soon ? Dro . E. Return'd so soon ! rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the spit ; The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell , My mistress made it one upon my cheek : She is so hot ...
Página 23
... thy taste , Unless I spake , look'd , touch'd , or carv'd to thee . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how comes it , That thou art then estranged from thyself ? Thyself I call it , being strange to me , That , undividable ...
... thy taste , Unless I spake , look'd , touch'd , or carv'd to thee . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how comes it , That thou art then estranged from thyself ? Thyself I call it , being strange to me , That , undividable ...
Página 25
... Thou art an elm , my husband , I a vine ; Whose weakness , married to thy stronger state , Makes me with thy strength to communicate : If aught possess thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ivy , briar , or idle moss ; Who , all for ...
... Thou art an elm , my husband , I a vine ; Whose weakness , married to thy stronger state , Makes me with thy strength to communicate : If aught possess thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ivy , briar , or idle moss ; Who , all for ...
Términos y frases comunes
ANTIPHOLUS Aquitain ARMADO Baptista Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Biron Boyet chain comes Cost COSTARD Curt daughter dost thou doth Dromio ducats Duke Dull Dumain Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fool forsworn gentle gentleman give grace Grumio hand hath hear heart hither horse Hortensio husband Kate Kath KATHARINA King knock l'envoy lady Long Longaville look lord Lucentio madam Marry master merry mistress Moth Nath Navarre ne'er never oath Padua Petruchio Pisa Pompey pray Prin princess quoth Rosaline SCENE Servant shrew signior Gremio Sirrah sister speak stay sweet Syracusan Syracuse tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast to-day tongue Tranio unto villain Vincentio wench What's wife wilt withal woman word
Pasajes populares
Página 262 - 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.
Página 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Página 209 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Página 261 - 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 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...