Cassell's illustrated Shakespeare. The plays of Shakespeare, ed. and annotated by C. and M.C. Clarke, illustr. by H.C. Selous, Parte178,Volumen1 |
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... fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them , of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them ; the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest of the loss.13 Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak ...
... fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them , of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them ; the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest of the loss.13 Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak ...
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... fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ? Ste . Prithee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ Aside ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . Cal . Do ...
... fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ? Ste . Prithee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal . [ Aside ] These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . Cal . Do ...
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... fear . were boys , When we Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ...
... fear . were boys , When we Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we ...
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... fear me , will never out of my bones : I shall not fear fly - blowing . Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ! Ste . Oh , touch me not ; I am not Stephano , but a cramp . 33. One of them is a plain fish ; that is , plainly , or evi- dently ...
... fear me , will never out of my bones : I shall not fear fly - blowing . Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ! Ste . Oh , touch me not ; I am not Stephano , but a cramp . 33. One of them is a plain fish ; that is , plainly , or evi- dently ...
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... fear my Julia would not deign my lines , Receiving them from such a worthless post . [ Exit . SCENE II . - Verona . The garden of JULIA's bouse . Enter JULIA and LUCETTA . Jul . But say , Lucetta , now we are alone , Wouldst thou , then ...
... fear my Julia would not deign my lines , Receiving them from such a worthless post . [ Exit . SCENE II . - Verona . The garden of JULIA's bouse . Enter JULIA and LUCETTA . Jul . But say , Lucetta , now we are alone , Wouldst thou , then ...
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Términos y frases comunes
allusion Angelo Antonio bear better Biron Boyet brother Claud Claudio Comedy of Errors daughter dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit expression eyes fair father Folio fool Ford gentle Gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona give grace hath hear heart Heaven hither honour husband Isab Kath King knave lady Launce Leon Leonato look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor means Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Merry Wives Midsummer Night's Dream misprinted mistress never night Note passage Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pray Proteus Re-enter Rosalind SCENE sense Shakespeare Shylock Signior speak speech swear sweet tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast tongue true Twelfth Night Venice wife woman word
Pasajes populares
Página 334 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 392 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Página 234 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Página 320 - A merry note, 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-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 443 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide . For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página 148 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder. — Merciful Heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle...
Página 334 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Página 44 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell ; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands : Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; • And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....