The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volumen2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... true diligence , He is no less than what we say he is . Lord . Take him up gently , and to bed with him , And each one to his office when he wakes . - [ SLY is borne out . A trumpet sounds . Sirrah , go see what trumpet ' t is that ...
... true diligence , He is no less than what we say he is . Lord . Take him up gently , and to bed with him , And each one to his office when he wakes . - [ SLY is borne out . A trumpet sounds . Sirrah , go see what trumpet ' t is that ...
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... true : thou didst it excellent . Well , you are come to me in happy time , The rather for I have some sport in hand , Wherein your cunning can assist me much . There is a lord will hear you play to - night ; But I am doubtful of your ...
... true : thou didst it excellent . Well , you are come to me in happy time , The rather for I have some sport in hand , Wherein your cunning can assist me much . There is a lord will hear you play to - night ; But I am doubtful of your ...
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... true , - I never thought it possible , or likely ; But see ! while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect of love in idleness ; And now in plainness do confess to thee , That art to me as secret , and as dear , As Anna to the ...
... true , - I never thought it possible , or likely ; But see ! while idly I stood looking on , I found the effect of love in idleness ; And now in plainness do confess to thee , That art to me as secret , and as dear , As Anna to the ...
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... true rules for odd inventions . Enter a Servant . Serv . Mistress , your father prays you leave your books , And help to dress your sister's chamber up : You know , to - morrow is the wedding - day . Bian . Farewell , sweet masters ...
... true rules for odd inventions . Enter a Servant . Serv . Mistress , your father prays you leave your books , And help to dress your sister's chamber up : You know , to - morrow is the wedding - day . Bian . Farewell , sweet masters ...
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... true : it is a paltry cap , A custard - coffin , a bauble , a silken pie . I love thee well , in that thou lik'st it not . Kath . Love me , or love me not , I like the cap , And it I will have , or I will have none . Pet . Thy gown ...
... true : it is a paltry cap , A custard - coffin , a bauble , a silken pie . I love thee well , in that thou lik'st it not . Kath . Love me , or love me not , I like the cap , And it I will have , or I will have none . Pet . Thy gown ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou Aumerle Baptista Bast Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bishop of Carlisle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo Count daughter dear death doth Duke duke of Hereford Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father Faulconbridge fear fool France friends Gaunt Gent gentleman give Gremio grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Illyria John Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua pardon peace Petruchio pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Sirrah soul speak swear sweet tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio wife
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Página 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Página 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Página 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Página 289 - 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...