The works of William Shakspere; from the text of the editions by C. Knight. With glossarial notes and facts connected with his life, illustr. by W. Harvey |
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... dead and rotten ; sweet chucks , beat not the bones of the buried : when he breathed , he was a man - but I will forward with my device : Sweet royalty , [ to the PRINCESS ] bestow on me the sense of hearing . [ BIRON whispers COSTARD ...
... dead and rotten ; sweet chucks , beat not the bones of the buried : when he breathed , he was a man - but I will forward with my device : Sweet royalty , [ to the PRINCESS ] bestow on me the sense of hearing . [ BIRON whispers COSTARD ...
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... dead , I blush to say it , he won me . Now is the count Rousillon a widower ; his vows are forfeited to me , and my honour's paid to him . He stole from Florence , taking no leave , and I follow him to his country for justice : Grant it ...
... dead , I blush to say it , he won me . Now is the count Rousillon a widower ; his vows are forfeited to me , and my honour's paid to him . He stole from Florence , taking no leave , and I follow him to his country for justice : Grant it ...
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... dead , so grim . Dem . So should the murther'd look ; and so should I , Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : Yet you , the murtherer , look as bright , as clear , As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere . Her . What ' s ...
... dead , so grim . Dem . So should the murther'd look ; and so should I , Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : Yet you , the murtherer , look as bright , as clear , As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere . Her . What ' s ...
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... dead , Now am I fled ; My soul is in the sky : Tongue , lose thy light ! Moon , take thy flight ! Now die , die , die , die , die . [ Dies . - Erit MOONSHINE . Dem . No die , but an ace , for him ; for he is but one . Lys . Less than an ...
... dead , Now am I fled ; My soul is in the sky : Tongue , lose thy light ! Moon , take thy flight ! Now die , die , die , die , die . [ Dies . - Erit MOONSHINE . Dem . No die , but an ace , for him ; for he is but one . Lys . Less than an ...
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... dead . Dem . Ay , and Wall too . Bot . No , I assure you ; the wall is down that parted their fathers . Will it please you to see the epilogue , or to hear a Bergomask dance , between two of our com- pany ? The . No epilogue , I pray ...
... dead . Dem . Ay , and Wall too . Bot . No , I assure you ; the wall is down that parted their fathers . Will it please you to see the epilogue , or to hear a Bergomask dance , between two of our com- pany ? The . No epilogue , I pray ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Appears arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio Costard cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart Heaven Hermia hither honour Host Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus Re-enter SCENE Shakspere Shal signior SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue troth true unto villain wife wilt word
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Página 99 - 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 436 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Página 144 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Página 296 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 242 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Página 44 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Página 136 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Página 136 - And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well, then, it now appears you need my help: Go to, then; you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have moneys...
Página 296 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Página 259 - Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not.