The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volumen2Dove, 1830 |
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... blood ? Tilly - val- ley , lady ? There dwelt a man in Babylon , lady , lady ! [ Singing . Clo . Beshrew me , the knight's in admirable fooling . Sir And . Ay , he does well enough , if he be disposed , and so do I too ; he does it with ...
... blood ? Tilly - val- ley , lady ? There dwelt a man in Babylon , lady , lady ! [ Singing . Clo . Beshrew me , the knight's in admirable fooling . Sir And . Ay , he does well enough , if he be disposed , and so do I too ; he does it with ...
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... blood and spirit embrace them . And , to inure thyself to what thou art like to be , cast thy humble slough , and appear fresh . Be opposite with a kinsman , surly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of state ; put thyself ...
... blood and spirit embrace them . And , to inure thyself to what thou art like to be , cast thy humble slough , and appear fresh . Be opposite with a kinsman , surly with servants : let thy tongue tang arguments of state ; put thyself ...
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... blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea , I'll eat the rest of the anatomy . Fab . And his opposite , the youth , bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty . Enter MARIA . Sir To . Look where the youngest wren of nine ...
... blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea , I'll eat the rest of the anatomy . Fab . And his opposite , the youth , bears in his visage no great presage of cruelty . Enter MARIA . Sir To . Look where the youngest wren of nine ...
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... blood , this cross - gartering ; But what of that , if it please the eye of one , it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one , and please all . Oli . Why , how dost thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? Mal . Not black ...
... blood , this cross - gartering ; But what of that , if it please the eye of one , it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one , and please all . Oli . Why , how dost thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? Mal . Not black ...
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... blood . Ant . O heavens themselves ! 2 Off . Come , sir , I pray you , go . Ant . Let me speak a little . This youth that you see I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ; Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love , - And to his ...
... blood . Ant . O heavens themselves ! 2 Off . Come , sir , I pray you , go . Ant . Let me speak a little . This youth that you see I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ; Reliev'd him with such sanctity of love , - And to his ...
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Bawd Beat Beatrice Ben Jonson Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother Claud Claudio Clown Cost Costard cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master constable mistress moon Moth never night Oberon pardon Pedro PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare signior Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing thou art thou hast Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's woman word
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Página 265 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres. To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 82 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Página 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 260 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Página 31 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 25 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 402 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, Uupleasing to a married ear!
Página 303 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Página 335 - Biron they call him : but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue — conceit's expositor — Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Página 102 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, ^~ Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.