Much ado about nothing ; Twelfth night ; Love's labour's lostBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... sure , and will assist me ? Con . To the death , my lord . D. John . Let us to the great supper : their cheer is the greater that I am subdued : ' would the cook were of my mind ! -Shall we go prove what's to be done ? Bora . We'll wait ...
... sure , and will assist me ? Con . To the death , my lord . D. John . Let us to the great supper : their cheer is the greater that I am subdued : ' would the cook were of my mind ! -Shall we go prove what's to be done ? Bora . We'll wait ...
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... sure you know him well enough . Bene . Not I , believe me . Beat . Did he never make you laugh ? Bene . I pray you , what is he ? Beat . Why , he is the prince's jester : a very dull fool ; only his gift is in devising impossible ...
... sure you know him well enough . Bene . Not I , believe me . Beat . Did he never make you laugh ? Bene . I pray you , what is he ? Beat . Why , he is the prince's jester : a very dull fool ; only his gift is in devising impossible ...
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... sure , my lord , my mother cried ; but then there was a star danced , and under that I was born . - Cousins , God give you joy ! Leon . Niece , will you look to those things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your ...
... sure , my lord , my mother cried ; but then there was a star danced , and under that I was born . - Cousins , God give you joy ! Leon . Niece , will you look to those things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your ...
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... sure , hide himself in such reverence . Claud . [ aside . ] He hath ta'en the infection ; hold it up . D. Pedro . Hath she made her affection known to Benedick ? Leon . No ; and swears she never will : that's her torment . Claud . ' Tis ...
... sure , hide himself in such reverence . Claud . [ aside . ] He hath ta'en the infection ; hold it up . D. Pedro . Hath she made her affection known to Benedick ? Leon . No ; and swears she never will : that's her torment . Claud . ' Tis ...
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... sure , That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ? Hero . So says the prince , and my new - trothed lord . Urs . And did they bid you tell her of it , madam ? Hero . They did entreat me to acquaint her of it : But I persuaded them , if ...
... sure , That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ? Hero . So says the prince , and my new - trothed lord . Urs . And did they bid you tell her of it , madam ? Hero . They did entreat me to acquaint her of it : But I persuaded them , if ...
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.