The Plays of Shakespeare, Volumen6Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... —and , Lysander , yield Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege . Scornful Lysander ! true , he hath my Scene 1. ] A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . 81.
... —and , Lysander , yield Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege . Scornful Lysander ! true , he hath my Scene 1. ] A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . 81.
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William Shakespeare. Ege . Scornful Lysander ! true , he hath my love And what is mine my love shall render him ; And she is mine , and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius . Lys . I am , my lord , as well derived as he , As ...
William Shakespeare. Ege . Scornful Lysander ! true , he hath my love And what is mine my love shall render him ; And she is mine , and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius . Lys . I am , my lord , as well derived as he , As ...
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... true love never did run smooth ; But , either it was different in blood , Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low ! — Lys . Or else misgrafféd in respect of years , Her . O spite ! too old to be engaged to young ! — Lys . Or ...
... true love never did run smooth ; But , either it was different in blood , Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low ! — Lys . Or else misgrafféd in respect of years , Her . O spite ! too old to be engaged to young ! — Lys . Or ...
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... true , he hath my love , And what is mine my love shall render him ; And she is mine , and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius . Lys . I am , my lord , as well derived as he , As well possessed ; my love is more than his ; My ...
... true , he hath my love , And what is mine my love shall render him ; And she is mine , and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius . Lys . I am , my lord , as well derived as he , As well possessed ; my love is more than his ; My ...
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... true love never did run smooth ; But , either it was different in blood , Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low ! — Lys . Or else misgrafféd in respect of years , Her . O spite ! too old to be engaged to young ! - Lys . Or ...
... true love never did run smooth ; But , either it was different in blood , Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low ! — Lys . Or else misgrafféd in respect of years , Her . O spite ! too old to be engaged to young ! - Lys . Or ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adam anon Athens bear beauty beauty's brother CELIA champioun dear Demetrius doth dream Duke F Egeus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy false father flower fool forest Forest of Arden Ganymede gentle give grace hate hath haue hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta Iustice Jaques leet live lond look lord love's lovers Lysander marry master mistress Monsieur moon Moonshine never night nought Oberon Oliver Orlando Peter Quince Phebe PHILOSTRATE pity play praise pray Puck Pyramus Pyramus and Thisbe Quin Rosalind sayde SCENE schal scherreue seyde Gamelyn Shakespeare SILVIUS sleep sone speak sweet tell Thanne thee ther Theseus thine thing Thisbe Thomas Benger thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thy love thyself Tita Titania tongue Touch true verse Whan wilt wolde wood yonge youth
Pasajes populares
Página 59 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Página 192 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Página 54 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.