The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Tema 5 |
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Saw you no more ? mark'd you not , how her sister Began to scold ; and raise up
such a storm , That mortal ears might hardly endure the din ? Luc . Tranio , I saw
her coral lips to move , And with her breath she did perfume the air ; Sacred ...
Saw you no more ? mark'd you not , how her sister Began to scold ; and raise up
such a storm , That mortal ears might hardly endure the din ? Luc . Tranio , I saw
her coral lips to move , And with her breath she did perfume the air ; Sacred ...
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The same . A Room in Baptista's House . Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA . Bian .
Good sister , wrong me not , nor wrong yourself , To make a bondmaid and a
slave of me ; That I disdain : but for these other gawds , - . Unbind my hands , I'll
pull ...
The same . A Room in Baptista's House . Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA . Bian .
Good sister , wrong me not , nor wrong yourself , To make a bondmaid and a
slave of me ; That I disdain : but for these other gawds , - . Unbind my hands , I'll
pull ...
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Mistress , what's your opinion of your sister ? Bian . That being mad herself , she's
... sister's room . Tra . Shall sweet . Bianca practise how to bride it ? Bap . She
shall , Lucentio . - Come , gentlemen , let's go . [ Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I. A
Hall ...
Mistress , what's your opinion of your sister ? Bian . That being mad herself , she's
... sister's room . Tra . Shall sweet . Bianca practise how to bride it ? Bap . She
shall , Lucentio . - Come , gentlemen , let's go . [ Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I. A
Hall ...
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Then , gentle brother , get you in again ; Comfort my sister , cheer her , call her
wife : ' Tis holy sport , to be a little vain 23 , When the sweet breath of flattery
conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name is else , I know not ,
Nor by ...
Then , gentle brother , get you in again ; Comfort my sister , cheer her , call her
wife : ' Tis holy sport , to be a little vain 23 , When the sweet breath of flattery
conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name is else , I know not ,
Nor by ...
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Why call you me love ? call my sister so . Ant . S. Thy sister's sister . Luc . That's
my sister . Ant . s . No ; It is thyself , mine own self's better part ; Mine eye's clear
eye , my dear heart's dearer heart ; My food , my fortune , and my sweet hope's
aim ...
Why call you me love ? call my sister so . Ant . S. Thy sister's sister . Luc . That's
my sister . Ant . s . No ; It is thyself , mine own self's better part ; Mine eye's clear
eye , my dear heart's dearer heart ; My food , my fortune , and my sweet hope's
aim ...
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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...