Twelfth-night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's [sic] lostJ. Nichols and Son; F., C. and J. Rivington; J. Stockdale; W. Lowndes; G. Wilkie and J. Robinson; T. Egerton; J. Walker; W. Clarke and Son; J. Barker; J. Cuthell; R. Lea; Lackington and Company; J. Deighton; J. White and Company; B. Crosby and Company; W. Earle; J. Gray and Son; Longman and Company; Cadell and Davies; J. Harding; R.H. Evans; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Mawman; Black and Company; J. Richardson; J. Booth; Newman and Company; R. Pheney; R. Scholey; J. Asperne; J. Faulder; R. Baldwin; Cradock and Joy; J. Mackinlay; J. Johnson and Company; Gale and Curtis; G. Robinson, 1811 |
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Pàgina 113
... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sister - hood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sister - hood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
Pàgina 114
... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
Pàgina 115
... İsab . Some one with child by him ? -My cousin Juliet ? Lucio . Is she your cousin ? Isab . Adoptedly ; as school - maids change their names , By vain though apt affection . Lucio . Isab . O , let him marry her ! Lucio . She it is . 13 ...
... İsab . Some one with child by him ? -My cousin Juliet ? Lucio . Is she your cousin ? Isab . Adoptedly ; as school - maids change their names , By vain though apt affection . Lucio . Isab . O , let him marry her ! Lucio . She it is . 13 ...
Pàgina 116
... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . you and prayer Has censur'd him2 Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Our doubts are ...
... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . you and prayer Has censur'd him2 Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Our doubts are ...
Pàgina 127
... ISAB . ] You are welcome : What's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . suit ? Ang . Well ; what's your Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet the ...
... ISAB . ] You are welcome : What's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . suit ? Ang . Well ; what's your Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet the ...
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Twelfth-night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1811 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
bawd Beat Beatrice 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 favour fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Illyria Isab Kath King lady leiger Leon Leonato look lord Angelo Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio Marry master master constable mean mistress moon Moth musick never night 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 Thisby thou art thou hast Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 5 - 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 39 - 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.
Pàgina 367 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Pàgina 324 - 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.
Pàgina 129 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.7 Ang.
Pàgina 491 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Pàgina 370 - More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. 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...
Pàgina 318 - 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.
Pàgina 491 - 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, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pàgina 449 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.