The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Tema 5 |
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I'faith , sir , you shall never need to fear ; I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But ,
if it were , doubt not , her care should be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'
d stool , And paint your face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils ...
I'faith , sir , you shall never need to fear ; I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But ,
if it were , doubt not , her care should be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'
d stool , And paint your face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils ...
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... lust should be contaminate ? Would'st thou not spit at me , and spurn at me ,
And hurl the name of husband in my face , And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot
brow , ; And from my false hand cut the wedding ring 310 COMEDY OF ERRORS
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... lust should be contaminate ? Would'st thou not spit at me , and spurn at me ,
And hurl the name of husband in my face , And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot
brow , ; And from my false hand cut the wedding ring 310 COMEDY OF ERRORS
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... that thou wert not , poor distressed soul ! Ant . E. You minion you , are these
your customers ? Did this companion with a saffron face Revel and feast 342
COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... that thou wert not , poor distressed soul ! Ant . E. You minion you , are these
your customers ? Did this companion with a saffron face Revel and feast 342
COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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... and a fortune - teller ; A needy , hollow - ey'd , sharp - looking wretch , A living
dead - man : this pernicious slave , Forsooth , took on him as a conjurer ; And ,
gazing in mine eyes , feeling my pulse , And with no face , as ' twere , outfacing
me ...
... and a fortune - teller ; A needy , hollow - ey'd , sharp - looking wretch , A living
dead - man : this pernicious slave , Forsooth , took on him as a conjurer ; And ,
gazing in mine eyes , feeling my pulse , And with no face , as ' twere , outfacing
me ...
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... since you saw me last ; And careful hours , with Time's deformed hand , Have
written strange defeatures in my face : But tell me yet , dost thou not know my
voice ? Ant . E. Neither . Æge . Dromio , nor thou ? Dro . E. No , trust me , sir , nor I
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... since you saw me last ; And careful hours , with Time's deformed hand , Have
written strange defeatures in my face : But tell me yet , dost thou not know my
voice ? Ant . E. Neither . Æge . Dromio , nor thou ? Dro . E. No , trust me , sir , nor I
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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...