The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 páginas |
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... Speed . Why then , my horns are his horns. DRAMATIS PERSONE . DUKE OF MILAN , Father to Silvia . VALENTINE , The two Gentlemen . PROTEUS , PANTHINO , Servant to Antonio . Host , where Julia lodges . ANTONIO , Father to Proteus . THURIO ...
... Speed . Why then , my horns are his horns. DRAMATIS PERSONE . DUKE OF MILAN , Father to Silvia . VALENTINE , The two Gentlemen . PROTEUS , PANTHINO , Servant to Antonio . Host , where Julia lodges . ANTONIO , Father to Proteus . THURIO ...
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... Speed . Why then , my horns are his horns , whether I wake or sleep . Pro . A silly answer , and fitting well a sheep . Speed . This proves me still a sheep . Pro . True , and thy master a shepherd . Speed . Nay , that I can deny by a ...
... Speed . Why then , my horns are his horns , whether I wake or sleep . Pro . A silly answer , and fitting well a sheep . Speed . This proves me still a sheep . Pro . True , and thy master a shepherd . Speed . Nay , that I can deny by a ...
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... SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . Speed . Why then this may be yours , for this is but one . Val . Ha ! let me see : ay , give it me , it's mine.- Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! Ah Silvia ...
... SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . Speed . Why then this may be yours , for this is but one . Val . Ha ! let me see : ay , give it me , it's mine.- Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! Ah Silvia ...
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... Speed . True , sir ; I was in love with my bed . I thank you , you swinged me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were set , so your ...
... Speed . True , sir ; I was in love with my bed . I thank you , you swinged me for my love , which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours . Val . In conclusion , I stand affected to her . Speed . I would you were set , so your ...
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... SPEED . Sil . Servant.- Val . Mistress . Speed . Master , sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress , then , Speed . ' Twere good you knock'd him . Sil . Servant , you are sad ...
... SPEED . Sil . Servant.- Val . Mistress . Speed . Master , sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress , then , Speed . ' Twere good you knock'd him . Sil . Servant , you are sad ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shal shame signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir John sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
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Página 194 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Página 63 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.