The Family Shakspeare ... in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text: But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, 1825 |
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Pàgina 74
... THURIO , a foolish rival to Valentine . EGLAMOUR , agent for Silvia in her escape . SPEED , a clownish servant to Valentine . LAUNCE , servant to Proteus . PANTHINO , servant to Antonio . Host where Julia lodges in Milan . Out - laws ...
... THURIO , a foolish rival to Valentine . EGLAMOUR , agent for Silvia in her escape . SPEED , a clownish servant to Valentine . LAUNCE , servant to Proteus . PANTHINO , servant to Antonio . Host where Julia lodges in Milan . Out - laws ...
Pàgina 95
... THURIO , and 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 knocked him . Sil . Servant ...
... THURIO , and 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 knocked him . Sil . Servant ...
Pàgina 96
... Thurio ? do you change colour ? Val . Give him leave , madam , he is a kind of cameleon . Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time ...
... Thurio ? do you change colour ? Val . Give him leave , madam , he is a kind of cameleon . Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time ...
Pàgina 98
... Thurio : For Valentine , I need not ' cite him to it ; I'll send him hither to you presently . [ Exit Duke . Val . This is the gentleman , I told your ladyship , Had come along with me , but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in ...
... Thurio : For Valentine , I need not ' cite him to it ; I'll send him hither to you presently . [ Exit Duke . Val . This is the gentleman , I told your ladyship , Had come along with me , but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in ...
Pàgina 99
... Thurio , Go with me : - - Once more , new servant , welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home - affairs ; When you have done , we look to hear from you . Pro . We'll both attend upon your ladyship . [ Exeunt SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED ...
... Thurio , Go with me : - - Once more , new servant , welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home - affairs ; When you have done , we look to hear from you . Pro . We'll both attend upon your ladyship . [ Exeunt SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
ANTONIO ARIEL Caius Caliban Cesario daughter dost doth Duke duke of Milan Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS husband Illyria Julia knave knight lady Laun letter look lord madam Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Slender Milan Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster musick never Olivia peace Pist pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Quick Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakspeare Shal SHALLOW Silvia Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-cheek Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff sir Proteus sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Slen speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine wife Windsor woman word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 27 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Pàgina 235 - 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.
Pàgina 312 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Pàgina 17 - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Pàgina 263 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Pàgina 263 - 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.
Pàgina 67 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Pàgina 100 - Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own ; And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Pàgina 265 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Pàgina 62 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back...