Much ado about nothing ; Twelfth night ; Love's labour's lostBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... MARIA , Olivia's woman . Lords , Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants . SCENE , -A CITY in ILLYRIA , and the SEA - COAST near it . TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR , WHAT YOU WILL . 100 PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
... MARIA , Olivia's woman . Lords , Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants . SCENE , -A CITY in ILLYRIA , and the SEA - COAST near it . TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR , WHAT YOU WILL . 100 PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
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... MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , sir Toby , you must come in earlier o ' nights ; your cousin , my lady , takes great ...
... MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , sir Toby , you must come in earlier o ' nights ; your cousin , my lady , takes great ...
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... MARIA and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips , so wide as a bristle may enter , in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well ...
... MARIA and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips , so wide as a bristle may enter , in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well ...
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... MARIA . Mar. Madam , there is at the gate a young gentleman , much desires to speak with you . Oli . From the count Orsino , is it ? Mar. I know not , madam ; ' tis a fair young man , and well attended . Oli . Who of my people hold him ...
... MARIA . Mar. Madam , there is at the gate a young gentleman , much desires to speak with you . Oli . From the count Orsino , is it ? Mar. I know not , madam ; ' tis a fair young man , and well attended . Oli . Who of my people hold him ...
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... MARIA . [ Exit . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face . We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me , I shall answer for her . Your will ...
... MARIA . [ Exit . Oli . Give me my veil : come , throw it o'er my face . We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me , I shall answer for her . Your will ...
Términos y frases comunes
ANTONIO Aquitain ARMADO Beat Beatrice Biron blood Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Cesario Claud Cost COSTARD cousin daughter dear Dogb DON JOHN DON PEDRO dost thou doth Duke Dull Dumain Enter Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN fair fair lady faith favour fellow fool Friar gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart Hero hither honour Illyria Jaquenetta Kath King l'envoy lady Leon Leonato letter Longaville look lord madam Malvolio Marg MARIA Marry master master constable Moth Nath Navarre never niece night oath Olivia peace Pompey praise pray Prin prince princess Re-enter Rosaline SCENE signior Benedick sing Sir ANDREW Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas soul speak swear sweet sworn tell thank thee there's thine thou art thou hast to-morrow tongue troth true Verg VIOLA Watch wench What's word
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Página 283 - Tu-who, 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-whit; Tu-who...
Página 120 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 185 - LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. ACT I. SCENE I.— Navarre. A Park, with a palace in it. Enter the KING, BIEON, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAIN. King. j|ET fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then- grace us in the disgrace of death ; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.
Página 127 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it 1 My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 63 - Of every hearer : for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth. Whiles we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and los«t. Why, then we rack ' the value ; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours...
Página 128 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 126 - Duke. O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain ; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 281 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Página 95 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Página 46 - Why then, take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.