The Works of William Shakspeare, Volumen2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... breathing an exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and Parolles . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather ...
... breathing an exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and Parolles . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather ...
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... breath is barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows , As ' tis with us that square our guess by shows : But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give ...
... breath is barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows , As ' tis with us that square our guess by shows : But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give ...
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... of her nature became as a prey to her grief : in fine , made a groan of her last breath , and now she sings in heaven . * Companion . 2 Lord . How is this justified ? 1 Lord SCENE III . ] 43 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... of her nature became as a prey to her grief : in fine , made a groan of her last breath , and now she sings in heaven . * Companion . 2 Lord . How is this justified ? 1 Lord SCENE III . ] 43 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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... breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io , as she was a maid ; And how she was beguiled and surpris'd , As lively painted as the deed was done . 3 Serv . Or Daphne , roaming through a thorny wood ...
... breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io , as she was a maid ; And how she was beguiled and surpris'd , As lively painted as the deed was done . 3 Serv . Or Daphne , roaming through a thorny wood ...
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... breath she did perfume the air ; Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her . Tra . Nay , then , ' tis time to stir him from his trance . I pray , awake , Sir ; if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her . Thus it stands ...
... breath she did perfume the air ; Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her . Tra . Nay , then , ' tis time to stir him from his trance . I pray , awake , Sir ; if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her . Thus it stands ...
Términos y frases comunes
art thou Banquo Bard Bardolph Bast bear Bianca Bion blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin death dost doth Dromio duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear friends Gaunt gentleman give grace Gremio grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven hither honour horse Hortensio Kate Kath king knave Lady Leon liege live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Madam majesty marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua peace Percy Petruchio Poins pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE Shal shame signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sirrah soul speak stand swear sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife wilt Witch word
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Página 387 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Página 240 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
Página 242 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Página 159 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From 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...
Página 237 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...