The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumen2J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Página 48
... Dear sir , ere long I'll visit you again . Claud . Most holy sir , I thank you . Isab . My business is a word or two with Claudio . Prov . And very welcome . Look , signior , here's your sister . Duke . Provost , a word with you Prov ...
... Dear sir , ere long I'll visit you again . Claud . Most holy sir , I thank you . Isab . My business is a word or two with Claudio . Prov . And very welcome . Look , signior , here's your sister . Duke . Provost , a word with you Prov ...
Página 50
... dear Isabel . Isab . Be ready , Claudio , for your death to - morrow . Claud . Yes . Has he affections in him , That thus can make him bite the law by the nose , When he would force it ? Sure it is no sin ; Or of the deadly seven it is ...
... dear Isabel . Isab . Be ready , Claudio , for your death to - morrow . Claud . Yes . Has he affections in him , That thus can make him bite the law by the nose , When he would force it ? Sure it is no sin ; Or of the deadly seven it is ...
Página 58
... dear morsel , thy mistress ? Procures she still ? Ha ? Clo . Troth , sir , she hath eaten up all her beef , and she is herself in the tub.3 Lucio . Why , ' tis good ; it is the right of it ; it must be so Ever your fresh whore , and ...
... dear morsel , thy mistress ? Procures she still ? Ha ? Clo . Troth , sir , she hath eaten up all her beef , and she is herself in the tub.3 Lucio . Why , ' tis good ; it is the right of it ; it must be so Ever your fresh whore , and ...
Página 103
... dear maid , be You are pardon'd , Isabel : you as free to us . Your brother's death , I know , sits at your heart ; And you may marvel , why I obscur'd myself , Labouring to save his life ; and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of ...
... dear maid , be You are pardon'd , Isabel : you as free to us . Your brother's death , I know , sits at your heart ; And you may marvel , why I obscur'd myself , Labouring to save his life ; and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of ...
Página 104
... dear lord , I crave no other , nor no better man . Duke . Never crave him ; we are definitive . Mari . Gentle , my liege , — Duke . [ Kneeling . You do but lose your labour ; Away with him to death . - Now , sir , [ To Lucio . ] to you ...
... dear lord , I crave no other , nor no better man . Duke . Never crave him ; we are definitive . Mari . Gentle , my liege , — Duke . [ Kneeling . You do but lose your labour ; Away with him to death . - Now , sir , [ To Lucio . ] to you ...
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ABHORSON ARMADO Athens Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear death Demetrius Dogb Don PEDRO dost thou doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool forsworn friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab John Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion Longaville look lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable moon Moth musick Navarre never night oath Oberon offend pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey praise pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter Rosaline SCENE shame signior Benedick sleep soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
Pasajes populares
Página 47 - 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...
Página 225 - 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 395 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 62 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Página 395 - 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...
Página 137 - 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 153 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern : This is your charge ; You shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Página 268 - I have had a most rare vision. I have 210 had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was : man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, — and methought I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Página 396 - 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, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 220 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.