The Plays of William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Merry wives of Windsor ; Twelfth-night ; Measure for measureJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Página 179
... husband is seldom from home ; but , she hopes , there will come a time . I never knew a woman so dote upon a man : surely , I think you have charms , la ; yes , in truth . Fal . Not I , I assure thee ; setting the attraction of my good ...
... husband is seldom from home ; but , she hopes , there will come a time . I never knew a woman so dote upon a man : surely , I think you have charms , la ; yes , in truth . Fal . Not I , I assure thee ; setting the attraction of my good ...
Página 181
... husband's name is Ford . Fal . Well , sir . Ford . I have long loved her , and , I protest to you , bestowed much on her ; followed her with a doting observance ; engrossed opportunities to meet her ; fee'd every slight occasion , that ...
... husband's name is Ford . Fal . Well , sir . Ford . I have long loved her , and , I protest to you , bestowed much on her ; followed her with a doting observance ; engrossed opportunities to meet her ; fee'd every slight occasion , that ...
Página 183
... husband , will be forth . Come you to me at night ; you shall know how I speed . Ford . I am blest in your acquaintance . Do you know Ford , sir ? Fal . Hang him , poor cuckoldly knave ! I know him not - yet I wrong him , to call him ...
... husband , will be forth . Come you to me at night ; you shall know how I speed . Ford . I am blest in your acquaintance . Do you know Ford , sir ? Fal . Hang him , poor cuckoldly knave ! I know him not - yet I wrong him , to call him ...
Página 192
... husbands . were dead , you two would marry . Mrs. Page . Be sure of that , -two other husbands . Ford . Where had you this pretty weather - cock ? Mrs. Page . I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of : What do ...
... husbands . were dead , you two would marry . Mrs. Page . Be sure of that , -two other husbands . Ford . Where had you this pretty weather - cock ? Mrs. Page . I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of : What do ...
Página 196
... husband were dead : I'll speak it before the best lord , I would make thee my lady . Mrs. Ford . I your lady , sir John ! alas , I should be a pitiful lady . Fal . Let the court of France show me such an- other ; I see how thine eyes ...
... husband were dead : I'll speak it before the best lord , I would make thee my lady . Mrs. Ford . I your lady , sir John ! alas , I should be a pitiful lady . Fal . Let the court of France show me such an- other ; I see how thine eyes ...
Términos y frases comunes
Ariel Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen Slender speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
Pasajes populares
Página 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Página 270 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Página 17 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Página 328 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day...
Página 372 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Página 27 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Página 277 - 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 ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 18 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.