The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumen3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not , but I looked on her . Claud . Is the not a modeft young lady ? Bene . Do you question me as an honest man fhould do , for my fimple true ...
... Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not , but I looked on her . Claud . Is the not a modeft young lady ? Bene . Do you question me as an honest man fhould do , for my fimple true ...
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... Claud . Thou thinkeft I am in fport ; I pray thee tell me truly how thou likest her . Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak ...
... Claud . Thou thinkeft I am in fport ; I pray thee tell me truly how thou likest her . Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak ...
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... Claud . If this were fo , fo were it uttered . Bene . Like the old tale , my Lord , it is not so , nor ' twas not fo ... Claud . You speak this to fetch me in , my Lord . Pedro . By my troth , I fpeak my thought . Claud . And , in faith ...
... Claud . If this were fo , fo were it uttered . Bene . Like the old tale , my Lord , it is not so , nor ' twas not fo ... Claud . You speak this to fetch me in , my Lord . Pedro . By my troth , I fpeak my thought . Claud . And , in faith ...
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... Claud . If this fhould ever happen , thou wouldest be horn - mad . Pedro . Nay , if Cupid hath not spent all his quiver in Venice , thou wilt quake for this thortly .... Bene . I look for an earthquake too then . Pedro . Well , you will ...
... Claud . If this fhould ever happen , thou wouldest be horn - mad . Pedro . Nay , if Cupid hath not spent all his quiver in Venice , thou wilt quake for this thortly .... Bene . I look for an earthquake too then . Pedro . Well , you will ...
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... Claud . My Liege , your Highness now may do me good . Pedro . My love is thine to teach ; teach it but how , And thou shalt fee how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good . Claud . Hath Leonato any fon , my Lord ...
... Claud . My Liege , your Highness now may do me good . Pedro . My love is thine to teach ; teach it but how , And thou shalt fee how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good . Claud . Hath Leonato any fon , my Lord ...
Términos y frases comunes
Afide againſt Aglet anfwer Antigonus Aquitain Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Biron Bohemia Bora Borachio Boyet brother Camillo Claud Claudio Coft Coftard coufin daughter defire doft Dogb doth elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Fair Ladies falfe father feems feen fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fince fing firſt fome fool foul fpeak Friar ftand fuch fure fwear fweet fworn gentleman grace hath hear heart Hermione Hero himſelf honeft honour Jaquenetta kifs King Lady lefs Leon Leonato Lord Madam mafter marry moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf Navarre never paffage Paul Paulina perfon pleaſe Polixenes Pompey praife praiſe pray prefent Prince Princefs Queen reafon Rofa ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Signior ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thofe tongue troth whofe wife word yourſelf
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Página 124 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Página 281 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
Página 229 - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Página 213 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 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.