The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Tema 5 |
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Dromio , thou drone , thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! Dro . S. I am transformed ,
master , am not I ? Ant . S. I think , thou art , in mind , and so am I. Dro . S. Nay ,
master , both in mind , and in my shape . Ant . S. Thou hast thine own form . Dro .
Dromio , thou drone , thou snail , thou slug , thou sot ! Dro . S. I am transformed ,
master , am not I ? Ant . S. I think , thou art , in mind , and so am I. Dro . S. Nay ,
master , both in mind , and in my shape . Ant . S. Thou hast thine own form . Dro .
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Enter , from the house of AntiPHOLUS of Ephesus , Dromio of Syracuse . Ant . S.
Why , how now , Dromio ? where run'st thou so fast ? Dro . S. Do you know me ,
sir ? am I Dromio ? am I your man ? am I myself ? Ant . S. Thou art Dromio , thou ...
Enter , from the house of AntiPHOLUS of Ephesus , Dromio of Syracuse . Ant . S.
Why , how now , Dromio ? where run'st thou so fast ? Dro . S. Do you know me ,
sir ? am I Dromio ? am I your man ? am I myself ? Ant . S. Thou art Dromio , thou ...
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Speak freely , Syracusan , what thou wilt . Æge . Is not your name , sir , call'd
Antipholus ? And is not that your bondman Dromio ? Dro . E. Within this hour I
was his bondman , sir , But he , I thank him , gnaw'd in two my cords ; Now am I
Dromio ...
Speak freely , Syracusan , what thou wilt . Æge . Is not your name , sir , call'd
Antipholus ? And is not that your bondman Dromio ? Dro . E. Within this hour I
was his bondman , sir , But he , I thank him , gnaw'd in two my cords ; Now am I
Dromio ...
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Enter the Abbess , with ANTIPHOLUS Syracusan , and Dromio Syracusan . Abb .
Most mighty duke , behold a man much wrong'd . [ All gather to see him . Adr . I
see two husbands , or mine eyes deceive me . Duke . One of these men is
Genius ...
Enter the Abbess , with ANTIPHOLUS Syracusan , and Dromio Syracusan . Abb .
Most mighty duke , behold a man much wrong'd . [ All gather to see him . Adr . I
see two husbands , or mine eyes deceive me . Duke . One of these men is
Genius ...
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Ant . E. Dromio , what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd ? Dro . S. Your goods , that
lay at host , sir , in the Centaur . Ant . S. He speaks to me ; I am your master ,
Dromio : Come , go with us ; we'll look to that anon : Embrace thy brother there ...
Ant . E. Dromio , what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd ? Dro . S. Your goods , that
lay at host , sir , in the Centaur . Ant . S. He speaks to me ; I am your master ,
Dromio : Come , go with us ; we'll look to that anon : Embrace thy brother there ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Attendants Baptista bear believe better Bianca Bion blood break bring brother Camillo Clown comes daughter death doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear fellow fire give gone Grumio hand hast hath hear heart hence hold honour Hortensio husband I'll JOHNSON Kath keep king lady leave Leon live look lord Lucentio marry master mean mind mistress nature never officer once Paul Petruchio play poor pray present prince queen rest SCENE seems Servant Shakspeare Shep signior sister speak stand stay STEEVENS sure sweet tell thee there's thing thou thou art thought Tranio true unto villain WARBURTON wife
Pasajes populares
Página 213 - 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 oxlips and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.
Página 147 - We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. HEB. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? POL. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i...