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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... comes this night to Meffina . Me . He is very near by this ; he was not three leagues off when I left him . Leon . How many gentlemen have you loft in this action ? Me . But few of any fort , and none of name . ( 1 ) Much Ado about ...
... comes this night to Meffina . Me . He is very near by this ; he was not three leagues off when I left him . Leon . How many gentlemen have you loft in this action ? Me . But few of any fort , and none of name . ( 1 ) Much Ado about ...
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... Come , in what key fhall a man take you to go in the fong ? Glaud . In mine eye fhe is the fweetest lady that I ever looked on . 7 Bene . I can fee yet without fpectacles , and I fee no fuch matter ; there's her coufin , if fhe were not ...
... Come , in what key fhall a man take you to go in the fong ? Glaud . In mine eye fhe is the fweetest lady that I ever looked on . 7 Bene . I can fee yet without fpectacles , and I fee no fuch matter ; there's her coufin , if fhe were not ...
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... comes here ? what news , Borachio ? Enter BORACHIO . Bora . I come yonder from a great fupper ; the Prince , your brother , is royally entertained by Leonato , and I can give you intelligence of an in tended marriage . John . Will it ...
... comes here ? what news , Borachio ? Enter BORACHIO . Bora . I come yonder from a great fupper ; the Prince , your brother , is royally entertained by Leonato , and I can give you intelligence of an in tended marriage . John . Will it ...
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... comes repentance , and with his bad legs falls into the cinque - pace falter and fafter , ' till he finks into his grave . Leon . Coufin , you apprehend paffing fhrewdly . Beat . I have a good eye , uncle , I can fee a church by day ...
... comes repentance , and with his bad legs falls into the cinque - pace falter and fafter , ' till he finks into his grave . Leon . Coufin , you apprehend paffing fhrewdly . Beat . I have a good eye , uncle , I can fee a church by day ...
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... Come , come , do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit ? can virtue hide itself ! go to , mum , you are he : : graces will appear , and there's an end . Beat . Will you not tell me who told you fo ? Bene . No , you fhall ...
... Come , come , do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit ? can virtue hide itself ! go to , mum , you are he : : graces will appear , and there's an end . Beat . Will you not tell me who told you fo ? Bene . No , you fhall ...
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.